"What was the number?" "Four" he whispered, still blowing on his hand trying to alleviate the pain "It was not, it was three" she retorted "Alright th...ee" said the slave "Three what?" she bellowed "Three, thank you Mistress" came the answer. "Legs apart, hand out!" the discipline was not about to stop. He was half way through the first hand and already it was simply killing him. Furthermore that web cam was transmitting the whole sordid affair to all and sundry. Whack "Four, thank you Mistress". "Oh uh, um...nothing." He darted from the bush and to the path. She heard a rustle against her window and quickly looked out. She saw him running to his car in the school lot.She went outside and looked toward him. She always knew there was something curious about this boy, that his interest in her was probably more than just being polite. She felt flattered, but also concerned. What was he doing by my window? She pulled back the bush and saw something glistening on the siding. The cold night. My trucker stud had just paid me to suck on his big ten inch cock and I was going for it good for him.I enjoy sucking on him and fucking him all day and night for a whole week on our trip. He stopped to do me in hotels every night and we only drove in the day. That's how much he wanted the week to last with me. I was very good at pleasing him, he told me, even better than the girl and guy together had pleased him the week before. I sucked on his cock even more than the guy did and the girl. He let his tongue roam free, ready to stop if requested, but she seemed to relish the moment with a sigh as her head fall back to the cushion. Happy to be back in action, Daren took long, slow, deliberate swipes, his tongue enveloping as much of her as possible. Within a minute, her breathing became shallow, letting him know she was close again. Neither had any intention of halting the process as her train began to pick up speed. Once it had left the station and she was making the same cute,.