I took her to the edge, and then stopped, her moans telling me she was ready to be filled by more than the vibrator I had teased and excited her with....I rose up and looked at master, “She’s ready master,” I said, to which he grinned and motioned for me to look out the windshield, where there were other truckers gathered watching. I knew it would be a replay of the last stop, and swung open the passenger door at master’s order.The first man climbed in and handed master some money, then slipped. “What do you mean by flirt with him?” my husband eagerly enquired.“We’ll sometimes have coffee alone and he will say that my figure looks great today and that my husband is a very lucky man and that if he was ten years younger he would be trying to steal me from under my husband’s nose. He once said that with my figure and sexy face I should be glamour modelling!” I confidently replied.“Has he ever tried to touch you?” hubby asked gleaning for any information.“At the Christmas party he gave me. This time I was laid on a slight rise, lifting my ass a few inches into the air, my legs were spread wide and the line on my balls drawn tight. “Now you will discover what a real whore feels like. Whores suck cock and get fucked; since you don’t have a pussy you can guess where his cock will go. Just so you know what is coming I want you to lift your head and have a look.” I raised my head and stared at the longest cock I had ever seen; it was not unusually large around but had to be twelve. Her hips moved swifter, harder as her son thrust his cock in and out harshly. She was moving her naked ass in a blur of speed now, whimpering around her husband's cock, her tongue licking in a frenzy as her lips gripped his prick tightly. Her eyes were open, but they seemed to be rolling around in her head loosely, unseeing. The ecstasy that swelled inside her seemed almost unbearable, and she was shaking so much that it was a wonder these two hard cocks stayed inside her body at all.When she.