" Guess a God should grant wishes, the pleasurable ones at least. Grabbing and lifting her right left, he tried to set it on his shoulder but the far ...e lifted it the more she moved uncontrollably. One hard slap on her bum settled the jerks.Finally, he got her leg up on his shoulder, causing her to lose balance with every thrust. But, what made her skirt viciously were the slaps. Spanking her every time she seemed to lose footing with her left leg. On the fourth she lost control, trembling. I slipped my top off, but didn't bother with removing my skirt. He sucked on my nipples until I straddled his dick and lowered myself down on it. I think it took him thirty seconds to cum. After he left, Harold came in to explain his plan. He would drive to the truck stop and wait for a customer. The manager often referred hookers to the truckers, but this time he would send them to Harold's convertible to be driven to the motel and me.Maybe fifteen minutes after Harold left, there was a knock. She looked at him for a second, uncomprehending what he was doing, before the light bulb in her head flashed on."Uh, please?" she asked sheepishly.His expression softened, he smiled, and went to make her some toast.Toast around the Hudson household was something that most people would not recognize as such. Bryan baked bread for the family, usually once a week and he made large fluffy loaves of whole wheat bread that wouldn't have been recognizable as such. Typically Monday was his baking day,. I did not need any spit. Pre-cum was already dripping from the top of it in anticipation.She picked up the camera and snapped picture after picture of me. Some she shot in the mirror to get us both in it. She had me suck her rubber cock. “Get it wet, slut boy, or I will fuck you up dry and have you walking oddly for days!” I gagged on it in my attempts to please her and do as she told me. Then she moved behind me and grabbed a pair of rubber gloves like old ladies use to wash dishes with..