Kind of like competition in a way. When we had sex with each other, we had an emotional attachment. When we had sex with other people, it was fucking ...or pure physical enjoyment.She would take me into local strip clubs and pay for girls to give me lap dance upon lap dance, while I did the same with her. This was ok, yet we decided to up the ante by visiting couples bars. We went to a couple of swingers events locally. The first couple, she was somewhat uncomfortable, and the two of us did more. "Please what?" He commanded. He was not going to make things easy on her. She'd teased him for months, talking nasty and sending him pictures of her breasts and ass and wet pink pussy. He held her hips still with his big strong hands. She felt his fingers pressing into her flesh and she knew she'd have bruises later. "Please. Please master." She whispered. He moved one of his hands from her hip and grabbed at the neckline of her dress, pulling it down so her breasts were spilling out. He. He grinned at the unspoken welcome, her eyebrow raised cheekily in reply. She watched as the young man endured polite introductions to the tiny white haired lady and she smiled as he tried to show interest in thier conversation, watching as her eyes watched him, her lips in a mischevious smirk. The white haired lady, her conversation finished, moved on and the pale pink lips broke into a broad smile, laughing as her companion chastised her, eyes diverted demurely, her lips still turned up at. You have quickly learned that a truck driver’s “balanced meal” is all the snack food stuff he can carry at one time to the counter, “balanced” in both hands and arms. Our last loading / unloading experience was in a dusty environment and some dust swirled inside the truck. In summary, we are very tired, dirty and somewhat sweaty, and hungry for a good meal seated in a comfortable seat that is not bouncing constantly. The large, high sign lighting the night sky, designating the truck stop three.