At fIrst the trucker does not notIce her but a slight swerve and his eyes are no longer paying attention to the road. True slut that she is, Tammy giv...s the lucky drIver the full treatment - licking her breasts, juggling her titties, and pulling and squeezing on her nipples. Her heels make their way up onto the dashboard and can tell by the excitement now seen on the truckers face that she has now raised up whatever skirt she is wearing. For 5 miles now 3 men are swerving all over the road. We're not married, but you're technically not an employee. You ARE my dependent, however... The Wench calls you Mistress, but you are not in charge, here -- I want that clearly understood." I'll stay out of the way until things clear up, Armand..." You will not be relocating anywhere. Is that understood?" Armand! We're NOT married!"There was a wrench at her arm and Sharon found herself bowed backwards over Armand's knees, looking up at him with terrified eyes. "You are MINE!" he hissed.. He loved to go out and show off his beautiful wife."KEVIN, WATCH OUT," yelled Mary.Kevin looked up in time to see a car stopped in the road signaling for a left turn. He slammed on the brakes but it was too late.BANG!!!!"SONOFABITCH," bellowed Kevin. Kevin looked over the hood of his truck at the back of an old Caddy. He realized that he had lingered on Mary's exquisite body too long and hadn't been paying attention to the road. The collision had been hard but it didn't appear to be too. It was already 4 p.m. and I had to get the dinner from the groceries store. I had after all these years of solitude become a quite good chef. By the time Karen was alive I didn’t bother about any meal at all because she had always done everything in the kitchen. After she had passed I first had to learn how to cook for I’d REALLY sucked. After a short time already I had turned up to be a quite talented cook though and I was learning really fast. So for this evening I planned to make some real.