The young man squats down to eye level, and clears his throat.“I’m not sure you’re quite in the ideal situation to argue with anyone though, Ma�...�am. I mean ... You are the one tied up ... Claiming to have been attacked. You don’t exactly look like you’ve been attacked.” The young man squints at Belle as he rubs his chin.“Can WE cut this BULLSHIT! I’m NOT going to ask again!” Belle almost yells at the young housekeeper as her frustrations begin to increase. Her having been bound over night, part. I start to struggle out from underneath him, but his jaws clamp down on the back of my neck. The growl issuing from his deep bulldog chest vibrates my body. He is not biting down hard, but I know for certain that if I try and struggle any further, that he will hurt me. I stop struggling and his quest for my hole goes on. His stabbing dick keeps almost making it in and I have mixed feeling about this. My body really wants it. I am so ready to cum that I can feel my hips trying to help him enter. I was close by that time and looked at him strangely. He told me to look on the door of the truck. I’d been so busy getting myself off and playing with those young guys I hadn’t noticed my husband’s company logo on the door. He said, “Honey, keep stroking. We’re stopping at the rest stop up here. There’s only one way to keep their mouths shut. They’re both married and if you fuck them, they won’t be able to tell anybody.”I asked him if he had this planned and he said no. I kept stroking the. What could I do?“That’s a good boy” he said as he came fully into the booth and flicked the latch (I never knew there was a lock on the door), “Now stand up and drop those pants. Show me what you got”I stood up and let my jeans drop to my ankles. “Oh Yeah! Nice piece of meat boy!” he said smiling.He was wearing a blue mechanics jump-suit which he had unzipped and was pulling off his massive shoulders.He was so hairy. Like a light brown sweater. It kind of shone like and aura around his torso in.