I actually climaxed and wet the seat (unknown to hubby) as I realized I was being exposed for every one to see. Hubby passed buses and truckers supper...slow and even blew his horn to get the attention of the driver. I saw thumbs up signs and heard truck air horns of approval. My seat was now super wet like I had peed on myself. I could not believe how exciting it was.As we neared home I finally admitted my part in the production and asked hubby how he planned to redress me and not letting me. If you'd moved it after they tagged it ... you'd have been impounded. You actually just slid under the break-in hours. You were due for a change."Most of what I did find was junk left in the pan from original construction. I certified your hour meters and entered my findings in your log. You can leave with my blessings ... as soon as you fork over." He laughed.She paid ... nowhere near as reluctantly as she had planned."Now ... here's a real problem," the mechanic said, holding up a glass.. But more often than not I would be completely naked. When I first started sitting for him, we would both always become very sexually aroused as I played the role of muse and he the master. He would take me right there at the platform and I would freely let him. It came to a point where he would orchestrate his work to make love at the same time. It became a highly erotic game that both of us enjoyed, me especially. He was very into the whole sex-play thing then and would become more obsessed. " I hesitated then, knowing that what was happening was wrong, and I was frightened, but more than anything, I wanted these people who I visited every day to continue to be nice to me. If I didn't do what they wanted, I knew I couldn't visit them anymore. My hesitation seemed to irritate Hank, and he put his hand on the back of my neck with his left hand, and roughly grabbed a handful of my hair. With his right hand, he extended his upturned cock toward my face, and began to press the head of.