Then, she guided his erect member to her husband’s anus and Chris pushed it on home. “Holy shit,” Bret called out. “My God, that feels so good...” Chris tried to find a rhythm while fucking his dream girl’s husband. He really got into it when Stacy began to play with her pussy. “Man, you are tight,” Chris said, talking for the first time. “Man, you’re gonna make me cum.” Bret didn’t want him to cum just yet because he wanted to blow his own load while enjoying what Chris was doing to his ass. All. . wanted it." So soft, soft like down and sheep fur."Repeti please, sister studenta." I wanted it." The conviction doth not mark thee, sister." I wanted it!"Oh, but the drippies would last forever, the lovely little crease like a valley of woe."And.... " prompting, waiting."I wanted it!" like the old rooster's crow in rise, crooning like a fat Vegas singer."And!" I... don't know!" Back into drippies.Softer than joylip fur cooed I, "whore".Breaking then, delicious, lovely breaking, breaking. You smile as I follow you. We get to the room and you make me open the door for you. As we get in, you say “Okay Mattie, here are the ground rules that Juan and I talked about. One, you don’t get to fuck me, so don’t even think about it. Two, you must be silent unless spoken to or asked a direct question. Three, you must do whatever we tell you to do without question or I will flush the key of your chastity belt down the toilet, do you understand Mattie?” I’m humiliated at how you just said. They belonged to a local trucking company. I pulled our truck into the lot, did a big circle and pulled back on to the street. I backed up until I ran out of road, shut the truck down, looked over at Bill and said,"Here's where we spend the night." We're ok here?" Sure, I always stop here for the night. No one ever comes down this road other than other truckers. Everyone assumes that our truck belongs to the company, they never hassle me."We climbed down from the cab, opened up the outer door.