She unlocked her car, a white Ford Taurus but she got caught talking to another stripper. Liam & I slipped into her car and was able to hide from her....hen she got in, she was mumbling something to herself. She didn't even notice that we were sitting in the back seat with a knife and a gun, ready to attack. She started driving but suddenly got stalled on a lone stretch of highway, close to our house. We hadn't even done anything yet and she was close to our home."Shit, now I gotta call Triple. Yes, my sweet little secret tramp. Get on your hands and knees for me again." I laughed and so did she as she moved to fulfill my commands. That sweet, juicy ass was there to see now. Exposed to my view and to my hard prick. Ready to use it once more. "Oh, Peter. Oh damn, please fuck my ass this time. Please baby. Oh fuck. Do it now!" Never a problem to play with my sweet Penny. My adored secret slut. My little whore, begging for my cock as she did so often now. Now was the time. I bent my. It was midmorning when we pulled into an old rest stop. Being on the less travelled route, it was far from a modern rest stop you would find on an interstate but it had an outdoor toilet /outhouse, a couple of picnic tables, and a swing set.After some number crunching, I confirmed what I had already suspected. We weren't going to have enough money. While we sat there, eating our sandwiches and playing more of the blame game, a semi pulled in. Two men got out, used the toilet, and sat down at a. So it was that this evening,the time was just after seven, he stole into the bedroomand went across to his mother’s dressing table. he knewwhat he wanted and found it. It was a lovely satin basquethat he had worn once before, a gorgeous piece oflingerie that his mother rarely wore but which he adoredtotally. He also helped himself to a pair of nylonstockings, these sheer, black, shiny and seamed. Thesewere the days when fully fashioned stockings were therage ,and also, for the well off,.