” The clitorises of both Agatha and Violet poked high and hard against their tight satin underwear on viewing the plump and full breasted woman, sen...or in years, very strict looking, every inch the ruthless governess or headmistress. Her satisfied smile at the tears given out in distress by a youthful male in honour of his buttocks being freshly striped, providing evidence of where her pleasures lay regarding masculinity. Madam Roussell allowed her the full indulgence of the maid’s performance. We arrived early enough according to our Map to have a few extra minutes at the edge of The Highway. I wanted to get out to stretch and catch a bathroom break anyway. This journey was only beginning, and I had no idea what lay ahead for us. What Sally knew about traveling on The Highway she wasn't sharing with me yet.I'd already apologized, in the event anyone was listening, for the quality of the fuel I'd had to buy at the last stop. Choices are few out here, and I didn't know where I'd find a. She had twisted and turned like crazy until the sedative had set in, now all quiet, and only with a blanket covering her exposure, had obviously left him in a state of aroused, especially as she had been wheeled into a dark corridor to rest, a place where the lack of prying eyes left him free to explore the covered flesh leaving him enjoy what she had u*********sly let herself in for.I am no angel myself, you get like that in a job like this, washing and handling bodies all day, even the dead. “And my pussy is going to be a LOT tighter than Barbs” I promise naughtily, and he groans again as I slide down and take him in my mouth, wetting him thoroughly. But I quickly restraddle him, then reach behind me to pull Barb’s red thong off to one side. Then I grab his giant black cock (at least that’s how I imagine it, as a black cock slut alone with her imagination in a dark room will) and put the head of it against my tight, wet pussy (I had already lubed up). His huge, soft, mushroom head.