She was directed to pack only her new dress and corset, thigh highs, her boots and a few of the previously discussed sex toys that she had been using ...o prime herself for him. She had taken care of every request with joy.Now just a few minutes away, she grabbed her phone and texted Him as He requested. The response was only, “Room 950.” He was in room 950. He was probably there, waiting for her. Her heart skipped a beat. For one, split second she thought she must be crazy. Meeting his Man she. I pulled back onto the M5, checking the clock, I thought with luck I'd just about make it to my delivery on time.The mystery soon warmed up in the cab; she lent against the passenger door and looked to me like she was falling asleep. She was quite a pretty girl, I'd say about twenty. Thin by most people's standards but that was the fashion."If you're tired girl, climb in the bunk and get your head down we'll be another couple of hours or so yet."She gave me another quizzical look."Go on girl,. She put her sunglasses on as she was looking around to make sure she was not being watched. She did not look up to my room though. She then undid her straps and lay down on her belly. She reached back and pulled her bottom up and wedged them between her ass cheeks.I was pumping faster now and was going to cum hard. The faster I stroked the more I wanted to I wanted to cum. I was imagining cumming all over her ass when I began to shoot globs all over my desk in front of the window. I. And for some reason, maybe because I had turned this whole silliness into a challenge to defeat her and make her my sex slave, I was no longer nervous. I was determined. Now! she demanded, her sexy sweetness gone. It was clear she was not used to having people say no to her. I shifted to fake pleading. Please, Sandra, not here, not in front of other people. Her smile returned, You have already agreed to be my personal servant. Again feigning innocence, I argued, But that didnt include showing.