Then she started again. I undulated to meet her but she changed her stroke again and landed firmly on my clit, which she sucked, hard, until I wondere... if she would ever stop. Tanya lifted her head and I met her gaze. She smiled, a sheen glistening on her chin. Then she hopped onto the table, her ass facing my head. I recalled the absent panty line as she lowered herself onto my face. I pushed her skirt up to her waist, grabbed her ass and pulled her toward me. Her lips and clit were completely. As they all gathered around her, she gave the signal to get me off of her and begin working their own magic. The first one, shoved me down hard on his cock, splitting my ass in two. The second one straddled my face, thrusting his own cock down my throat, only releasing when i showed signs of not breathing. The third began pumping away at my pussy, bringing me to the most amazing climax i had felt in my entire time here. While Mistress laid unconscious on the floor, the three relentlessly pumped. Marty’s truck broke down late in the afternoon about seven hundred miles from our destination. My journey with him thus far had been extremely pleasant. He was a chatty old guy who regaled me with trucking stories during our entire drive. After a lengthy discussion on his phone, he informed me that a breakdown was on the way but would only be arriving in four to six hours. We would’ve spent the night at a truck stop about one hundred and fifty miles ahead, so it really wasn’t a big deal. A. On Sunday, I was treated to a dance recital.Pink Floyd music flowed rhythmically and seductively over the audience. On stage, student dancers from early teens to early twenties performed Roland Petit’s ballet in a performance for families and friends. The dancers were all incredibly talented, a tribute to the Paris Marais school. I divided my attention between the stage and the audience, scanning the obviously proud family members.Every time I glanced towards the stage, my eyes were drawn to.