We had been playing this game long enough where I knew he wouldn’t , but I couldn’t help but hoping that there was a chance he’d come after me o...e day. As much as I hated him sometimes, I loved the bastard. I think that’s what makes this worse. I know how the nights end, I know he’ll leave me before the sun comes up, but I’m willing to fight for that moment, as brief as it is where I feel loved. I imagine sometimes, that once I had a man who loved me. A man who held me in the night, and was. Pulling her eyesto what had been her face, she said in Peter's well-modulated tenorvoice. "Did you have a weird dream last night?"She saw herself nod and start shaking. "About Cybele?" Me too!"Although she was shocked Cathy found that she was suddenly able to shoveher emotions to one side, and asked, "Who was she?"Peter trapped in her body was looking at her with tears streaming down'her' face. Like a door opening in her mind, Cathy suddenly understoodwhat was happening. Male bodies were. Yes the money was good, but she missed him. She could keep busy during the day but it was pretty lonesome in bed and she got horny. She was in her early 30s and really getting comfortable with sex, and now was not getting enough of it.When he first took the job, the company had her ride along for a week to see what he’d be doing. She learned a lot about navigating, truck stops, and a hot personal technology of the day – Citizens Band (CB) radio. Anybody could go to Radio Shack or other fine. I don’t just concentrate on the head, I move to cover the whole shaft, sucking, licking, worshiping. I don’t stop until he cums. Yes I love the taste, yes he cums over my face, neck and tits. He enjoys it, I have the proof, because he initiates it. I love him, my big beautiful stallion.So recently Spirit learned a new trick, ok, taught me a new command. I don’t ride him every day, I don’t always belly ride, sometimes I’ll ride him conventionally, well, no bridle or saddle, but on top, not slung.