The first I knew of their arrival when I heard my master talking to them and laying down a few ground rules; like they had to use fresh condoms every ...ime they fucked me; which now explains why I had been buying up condoms as if they were going out of fashion. I really could not believe my ears when I heard him tell them they could use any of my holes as long as they tipped the contents of the used condoms into a bottle and I was to drink this concoction of spunk in the morning.Then suddenly I. The next three lorries were all dark. I guessed they're already been satisfied by me already!The next looked more promising! The driver was sat in the passenger seat, smoking out of the open window. He grinned down as I approached. He was heavily bearded and looked pretty far from what I could see."Can I help ya love?" He grinned in a thick Scottish accent.I smiled up. "I hope so. I need some money for a taxi. I'll do anything!" I heard myself say with out even thinking!He chuckled. "That. I was ready to take it slow, to try to see if I could develop an actual relationship with someone before the chemistry took over and I was buried in it (or over it) before it had even had a chance to begin. That didn’t mean I wasn’t craving an intensely sexual connection with someone, I just wanted no, needed, the other parts of me fulfilled as well. It had started with a friendly message on Facebook of course, from an old friend. He had heard through the grapevine about my separation and was. So I asked her where she intended wearing it and all she could say is that she didn’t know but it would be fun finding out. She then told me that of all the dresses she had this one was one she loved the most.She saw that I was somewhat distressed and said that she would always be my good girl, but by now I realised she was awakening to something else all together and she knew it too. Joan came to me saying that she not only wanted my approval but needed it and that she really wanted and needed.