Who cares? But I’ve followed him for well over twenty-five miles when another logging truck passes us going the other direction. Same kind of load. ...ame size logs. Now why doesn’t somebody figure out that there’s already a load of logs two hundred miles back the way I came and another load two hundred miles ahead and just use the damn logs where they started? Stupidity!”“Yeah, I feel like I’m just driving the same load around all the time. Back and forth. I swear the trailers never get. Callie felt tears rolling down her checks from both fear and shame. She glanced around for the man and saw him standing at the end of her bed with something in his hand. When she looked closer she saw it was a long thick dildo about 10 inches that had a wire connected to it and the other end was connected to a black box that hed set on the end of her bed. It took Callie a second to realized what it was but when she did her eyes widened, she started screaming thru the gag, and shaking her head. That was the best part. Because we both loved each other and also knew that there was a difference between love and sex. And we LOVED sex. We always flited with our friends and really enjoyed the times when we one would watch the other making out with one of our friends, and while the furthest either of us got was either giving or getting head, or eating pussy or getting pussy eaten; we’d never really had an opportunity to take it to the next level. We always fantasized about it, talked about. If you don’t get credit for this training, I’ll have to take you off the sales floor,’ he said as he walked away. Fuck around, Jenna thought to herself. That’s exactly what she needed! Not to be wasting her time sitting through some boring training session. But her attitude quickly changed as she stepped into the training room and found a sexy 30ish year old man dressed in a nice suit standing in the front. His nametag read Mr. Stone. Jenna smiled at the sexy instructor as she made her way to.