We sorted out the details. I showed up at the truck stop and called his cell. He guided me right to his big rig, which was sitting in this sea of semi....I climbed in the driver’s side of his big truck and he drew the curtains all around the front of the cab. It was a sleeper semi, complete with a nice flat screen over the bed.He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, me in sweat pants and a t-shirt. He was on the bearish side, a bigger guy, but not too obese. His face and smile were adorable (dark. Gunshot. But it couldn’t be that. It had to be like a car backfiring or some asshole boy setting off fireworks. It couldn’t be a gun here. This was a high school. A gun free zone.Ahead, Paris reached the intersection of a crossing hallway. She gasped then shouted in excitement and ran even faster around the corner to the right, her dark-brown, wavy hair flying behind her. That direction lead towards Miss Daisy’s classroom.I kept running after her, a stitch forming in my side. I couldn’t keep. .at’s very, OOH! thoughtful of you Sir J.J..Jolyon,” replied Judith, her voice wavering as she began to writhe to his touch. The attention he was giving her hurt, there was no denying that, her buttocks were covered with raised swellings and although these swellings had soon lost their bite as the caning had ended, squeezing and manipulating them was quick to reignite some of their fire, but it was like that curious feeling that can be got from pressing a bruise and not being sure whether the. . Get me to the bedroom." He gripped me more tightly then turned and carried me to the stairs before stopping again to rip my shirt open and bury his face in my breasts. He tore the bra down and started sucking and biting at one nipple, while taking his hand and rolling the other one between his fingers. I moaned loudly and ground against him. He switched so his hand replaced his mouth on one nipple and vice versa. "Oh god please fuck me baby," I moaned out, begging him. I needed him in me so.