”“I’m sure that’s considered polite in some societies. Thank you, Leah, that was incredible.”“My pleasure! You were delicious, by the way;...you must eat well. Did you know that cum tastes different depending on what a guy eats?”I just looked at her, and she giggled again. “Oh yeah! I guess you would know that… duh!” She looked ahead and saw a sign for a rest area. “Can we stop there? I need to pee.”“Me too.” We stopped there, and several more times that afternoon for food, fuel, and pit stops.. To my annoyance, she lingered for a moment obviously waiting for me to open the card.I gave her a fuck off please look, and she quickly vanished to her own desk, which was equally as annoying as her. It was covered in trolls and light up plastic cactus that sang when you pressed a button, and she was constantly pressing it.As I quickly ripped apart the envelope, I was surprised to realize how excited I was. It was a plain and simple card covered in generic hearts. I opened it, and read the. There, I found it, and Joe let out a soft moan. Now that I had found the lump, I started to stroke it with the instructed, ‘come hither’ motion of the fingers so the tips just gently rubbed it with light pressure. Joe cooed his delight and started to drop to his elbows. I told him to remain on his hands, so he snapped up again.I was doing this for quite a while and his ass was continually squeezing my fingers, so they were getting tired. Suddenly Joe said, “Hun, I feel like I need to pee,. . that wasn’t nice was it? That wouldn’t get you what you want.”He dropped his head on the pillow and let out a frustrated groan. How was he begging the person he was robbing to please him? He wanted her touch. No, he needed it.“Please Miss may y-you fuck me? I need to feel you around my c-cock.” He begged, nearly in tears from both shame and desperation. At last, she climbed back onto the bed, onto him. She let her pussy hover just above his yearning cock once more and he really was crying.