Then you feel it---my warm kiss directly on your pleasure spot. Lingering. You feel my tongue and inhale sharply.Your entire body is electrified.Slowl..., gently at first, I begin to make love to you with my mouth.Then more firmly, eating you.Finally a rhythm.My lips pressing and pulling at your shaven pink softness, my tongue in and out of you--you are so wet!-- then massaging your clit.Over and over and over and over and over.Your quietest voice, breathless, "....oh my god, oh my god...."The. She got me, and I had no idea how to reply. I got up and sat next to her, leaning closer than I should, I whispered, "Do you like driving me crazy?" Not quiet whispering, but lowering her voice, she replied, "Does it work?" I stared at her lips, licking my own. I could feel my cock twitch. I looked into her eyes, and time froze. She could do that with her eyes, make me feel cold. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, but I knew I wanted to be warm. Only one thing could do that, those amazingly. When I passed out, they tell me he stopped, and the crowd dispersed. He sat with me on his lap till I came back. "You need some more boy?" "No Sir, thank you Sir", I said. He smiled and said, "Good Boy"!Two guys that knew Jack stayed behind, they offered to clean me up and put me in the truck, while Jack took a break. He uncoupled my arms and reconnecting my wrists behind my back. They lifted me up and comforted me while I regained some strength. They took me to the truck stop, and bought me a. It didn’t take too much encouragement for me to flash the other tit. I finished unbuttoning. Then I thought I could give them a flash of my stocking tops. Slowly my skirt came up, revealing the pink flesh between my black stocking tops and the little sheer white panties I was wearing. Soon the tight skirt was down between my knees. The guys loved it. Then I bent over toward the crowd as I looked them over my shoulder, with my legs slightly apart. The skirt fell to my ankles.Soon several hands.