Is your date going to be upset with your dancing with me?”“He can’t be. He is dancing with Carla Meadows. Which is why I was free to ask you.”...e talked some more and when the song ended I walked her back to where she was sitting. She was looking out onto the dance floor and said:“I guess this is payback for what I did to you.”“What?”She gestured toward the dance floor. The next song had started and I looked to where she was pointing and I saw Frank Tate dancing with Carla Meadows.“Frank your. How lucky was Jack to be escorting such beautytonight.We got to the place to find that Jack had reserved a table weeks ago; wewere seated with our furs draped across the backs of our chairs.The meal was out of this world; it was time for desert, four small coveredtrays were brought to our table, one for each of us. Jack, Betty and Ilifted the tray covers to find small squares of some kind of cake whilemom's tray contained a small box.She looked at jack, then back at the box then tentatively. He had his cock out stroking it stiff and hard. He turned to my sisters' bed and slowly moved the blankets off her exposing her naked body curled on her side. The light reflected off her buttocks and back, and he stroked his cock more and more at the sight of her. He reached out and pushed on her gently several times. She made no reaction in her heavy sleep at all. He reached down, caressing her buttocks, then deftly rolled her over on her back, exposing her small perky breasts, her nipples. I think it took him thirty seconds to cum. After he left, Harold came in to explain his plan. He would drive to the truck stop and wait for a customer. The manager often referred hookers to the truckers, but this time he would send them to Harold's convertible to be driven to the motel and me.Maybe fifteen minutes after Harold left, there was a knock on my door. I had changed into a see thru crotchless teddy. I opened the door and there stood Harold with my first john. Harold told him to have.