Not exactly a G-string, it had just enough fabric in the back to prevent it from feeling like she was flossing her butt cheeks, whilst making sure the...succulent flesh of her ass was always the star of the show. She loved the way the velvety smooth fabric felt on her mound, and Amy became flushed in the cheeks just thinking about it. She slipped the pair of panties on and adjusted the fabric so that it laid flawlessly across her silky-smooth skin. She grabbed a pair of soft ankle socks and. "This kind, handsome guy really is a dish and I have no-one waiting up for me so I give him my best smile and say thanks.He leads me over to a big shiny blue truck with a very large cab, opens the door and helps me to climb in by putting his hand on my arse and pushing gently which feels nice. Once inside the truck he puts on the heater and I sit in one of the large armchair seats at the front of the truck while he sits in the other one and pours us both some coffee from a large flask. We talk. . turn you around and wrap the rope around the tree so you can not leave. Pressing your hands against the truck, you feel my hand slap your ass - screaming out loud as your ass tingles you feel me spank you again, and again until your ass is red, sore, you have tears in your eyes. My hand is soft as I rub your ass making you feel better, spreading the warmth.You hear the sound of my belt being opening, my pants opening as I push your legs wide. You are naked, your ass is red, your hands are. If there’s someone to blame, clearly it would be me.” ”It can’t happen again.” I nodded. ”I mean, nothing happened, yeah, but it… can’t happen.” I nodded again. ”I can’t be tempted again.” ”Thought you didn’t want to talk about this,” I said. ”I figured it would make it easier if I said out loud that I can’t flirt with you,” he sighed, letting go of my arm finally. ”I am an adult,” I said. “Somewhat, at least. I can make my own decisions. You could never, ever, violate me. Please keep that in.