"Excuse me Sir, Madam, we have a strict policy about taking glass bottles into the car park for safety reasons. I didn't see yours at the table when I...cleared it. Do you still have it?" He says. "Yes" you say, "would you like is back?" "If you don't mind says the waiter" "then take it" you say, leaning against the car and lifting your dress.The waiter couldn't believe his eyes. He looks at me as if asking permission. "Knock yourself out" I say, resigning myself to the fact that this cock hungry. I took her lips in my mouth.I knew this last stroke will be still more fatal. I pulled my cock little back and she got little more relieved. I waited for a moment and gave a sudden hard push. This times pain defied all the previous pains. She only gave a loud muffled cry which couldn’t come out of her mouth which was chocked by my lips. Only a cry escaped with air from lungs as some balloon was punctured in side. I get her to the pillow with my cock still very tightly inside like something in. Driver1 grabbed the panties and made some rude and provocating gestures to Irene as if sniffing or licking her pants. Then he stowed them away. Irene calmed down a bit and concentrated on her work. In the meantime she had ‘satisfied’ one trucker, but another 2 had just dropped in, what meant about 5 cases with 5 to 10 minutes each. Just no time to kick driver1 in the next minutes.To show her disagreement, Irene ignored driver1 even more.Driver1 then started to pull up the hem of her skirt above. I was stinging but it felt so good. It was deep in to the hilt as I felt him quiver deep inside. He blew against my back and I enjoyed the cool air on my skin and started to drive his hard cock into my tight hole. The slow deep movements made me tremble and he started to pick up speed and soon the hard slaps against my skin made my head bounce into the pillow as I took each hard thrust with a deep breath and gritted my teeth at the onslaught. I stopped counting after the twentieth hard fucking.