Truth is, other than the boredom this was probably the mostrelaxed I'd been in weeks. 'Relaxed' is a relative term. I wasn't infear for my life at the...moment, but on the other hand I wasn't exactlycomfortable, sitting there in that damn corset, legs crossed at thethigh like some pansy and dressed in a skirt that barely covered my ass.I was feeling a bit sweaty and itchy under all that foundation gear andthe whole thing was starting to get stifling. My battered and bruisedchest occasionally. Anne moaned from deep within her throat at the sheer degradation imposed upon her by the hulking mountain of flesh looming above. Her only response was to rub her pretty face into the man's hot, sweating balls. She tongued and licked them, getting high in the stink of the man as he jerked his spit-covered tool aggressively in her face. "Ugh! Fuck! Your fat balls taste so good, I love sweaty trucker's balls and you've got some of the saltiest and stinkiest of them all! I never meet guys like you. The next day I was back in my study when I got a text message. I picked it up and the display said Carrie-Anne (Next door) (I had swapped mobile numbers with the girls in case of emergencies). I nervously picked it up and it said 'Enjoy the show last night you dirty perv? :-)'I had barely had time to read it when I recived another saying 'Look out the window' I looked across and there was Carrie-Anne - she was wearing a tight pink top. When she saw me she pulled it up, revealing a white lace. If it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me no and I won’t ask you again.”“No, sir. I’d love for you and Jamaica to get acquainted.”“Excellent. Let me close out this tab. Our secret, right?”“Yes, sir!”“Good girl! Make sure you pack something to wear to dinner.”Steve paid the bill and the two parted ways. Jordan was hyped up the entire drive home. There had been countless nights were he fantasized about sucking Steve’s dick or taking it up the ass. He had gotten so worked on numerous.