.” she said.“Would you do anything to repay the favour? Anything that Alphinaud asks for?” Alphinaud asked.Her eyebrows furrowed. “Yes…?”A.... Alphinaud took note of the frown. She is uncertain about that. Most likely she trusted Alphinaud enough not to ask her to do anything over the top. Normally, he wouldn’t, of course. Normally.“The next time you wake up, you will ask Alphinaud about the favor you owe him. After all, he is willing to sacrifice his precious, personal time to help you. In. . I’m doing this to please Master. I keep glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, hoping he’s still turned on, hoping he’s proud of me. He is. He’s completely fixed on the sight of us playing with each other, drinking in the scene with an intensity that’s almost like he’s hypnotized as well. He strokes his cock carefully, as though he’s afraid he might cum just from watching us. He’s beautiful. His pleasure feeds my arousal in a way that Gabrielle’s kisses never could, and suddenly I find. To my surprise the dump truck followed. Hubby turned into a gas station long since closed. Being late he parked under a street light next to the building. The truck followed us into the parking lot and drove up next to my side of the car. He rolled down his window and took out his camera. I opened my door to allow him a better view. I got so into masturbating and putting on a show I wasn't watching the trucker. He had gotten down from his truck and was now standing between my legs jerking off..
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