As he walked off I started to get pissed at myself. Then I came up with the idea that I was not going to be a whore at this truck stop now and then. W...en I got back to the car I told my husband everything that happened. Then I told him he was going to be my pimp. I would sell myself and give him the money. When we got home we fucked again and again as I talked about how I was not going to be a whore. That was the start of a great page in my sex life.A couple of weeks later my husband and I went. She greeted me at the door wearing the same clothes she had worn the night she was raped. Oh my God. It was all I could do not to fuck her on the spot. But the night was young and I was sharing it with the hottest slut on the planet.During dinner, which as usual was delicious, Chrissy seemed quiet and nervous. She was quite flushed and every now and then glanced at the clock. I asked her if anything was wrong and she said no.We had finished dinner and cleaned up and were sitting in the lounge. Well, boy?’ he shouted. By now, I was very vulnerable, standing half naked, a towel falling from my waist and having been admonished in a stranger’s house. ‘Are you going to say anything?’ he snarled.‘Yes…Steve,’ I stammered but he came back, ‘Sir…only say sir to me, boy.’ He reached out and lifted my chin before whispering, ‘It is OK. Just roleplay. You can stop.’ I said ‘no’, and we continued. ‘Safe word is “England”’. I nodded, half bemused, wondering what I was doing.Steve reverted to being. He said ?hownice mom now how about a little swirling tongue action while you suck and pickup the pace too.? I did as told, moving my tongue around the head of his cockin a circular motion as I increased the speed of my head motion so his cockslid in and out faster. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Julie strugglingto get the muscular guy's massive cock in her mouth. Her lips were stretchedto the limit in order to accommodate his enormous girth. I heard him say ?comeon baby, you gotta.