Doris fit into this group, living in a trailer park only a quarter mile from an interstate. Her road crossed it and featured two truck stops at the in...ersection.Ostensibly purchasing a home transceiver for her husband’s birthday gift, she soon was in touch with a whole new world when he was on the road. After that week on the road with him, she knew the protocols and lingo.First of all, she needed a “handle”, the nickname one used to remain anonymous on the air. She tried several out but liked. " "Mmmm, you tasted good," Katie told Tyler, "My turn now."I heard the sound of the bed moving and guessed that Katie was on her back, legs spread, opening her wet pussy for Tyler to lick. Over the next ten minutes Tyler licked at Katie's pussy, she was groaning in pleasure and egging him on, no doubt for my benefit; I heard her cum at least twice from his attention on her pussy. I decided to rush things along and rang Katie's mobile; she answered and just played her part, as planned. I heard. Crammed full of stuff. But my eyes adjusted and I made out the small passage by the car to the stairway door. A small amount of light was filtering down the carpeted steps from the space above. I swallowed, took a deep breath, and moved quickly up the stairs to the open doorway.It was a small living room. It was completely dark with several candles flickering. The walls were COVERED with images of Christ, the crucifixion, all kinds of Catholic memorabilia. Creepy. There was a small woman,. The twenty-three-year-old teacher placed her hands on her hips and stared across at seventeen-year-old Charlotte Beccles. Helen could feel her juices flowing at the thought of punishing yet another naughty girl and wondered whether she could soothe the girl in the way that she had done to Katherine Cook only a fortnight before. The diminutive teacher pulled her leather-backed chair out from under her desk and into the space between her desk and the front row of student desks in her classroom.