It again immediately sent electricity through me, causing me to again rock forward, groaning at the realization that they had me stuck on this machine...As the plug again began to become increasingly uncomfortable, I rocked backwards, keeping the vicious cycle going. Alice giggled and walked back to the front desk, where she still had a full view of me on this devil of a contraption. As much as I didn't want to, I slowly settled into a steady rhythm of fucking myself.To my right I saw a couple. " Well, you know Jane's a little plump but she's also sort of weird, she doesn't like dirty talk," mom laughed, "she wouldn't say prick with one in her mouth. I'll tell you she likes me and I bet I could invite her over and have her going down on me just so you could walk in on us. Maybe you could force me to whip her or fuck her while she eats me out. She says she hates the dirty part of sex but she really gets off on being forced to do stuff.Now that Carol, there isn't much she won't do,. I knew she may have other ideas and when I arrived Judith did need the garage cleaned, but the yard was perfect. It had been cut that morning from the looks of it so it would not take me as long as I knew she had other plans for us after the garage was cleaned. I pulled everything out and swept and then scrubbed the floor with a powerful grease remover and I was all hot so I stripped off my shirt and Judith gave me some iced tea and I rinsed the floor with a hose and used a squeegee to remove. Our waitress, the same waitress served us every Saturday morning, once told us that it was good for tips. Bonnie was one of the older waitresses, a girl in her late thirties. A happily married woman with a husband and children at home. We knew that because she had shown us a family picture. Still she loved to flirt and her flirting was definitely sexual but there had never been anything physical about the way she flirted. At least not before that Saturday morning. There were only two truckers.