"Why do you want to know?" I countered.Anne just looked down and muttered something about being curious."Oh, no you don't," I said. "If I am going to ...hare my deepest sexual secrets, you're going to have to do better than that. You did not ask out of simple curiosity!"Anne mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what she said."What was that?" I asked."I want to be a slave," she said in a low voice."Really?" I asked, surprised."Yes," she said, looking at me right in the eye for the first time. It would be too early for our hotel but I knew we could always just lay up in one of the truck rest areas and take turns sleeping with the doors locked and away from prying eyes.The road was fairly empty except for the large truck transports that seemed to drive in mini-convoys like ships avoiding German U-boats. I felt infinitely better now that we were in the open and not trapped inside a hotel room by invisible assailants. I was just beginning to get a bit sleepy when we arrived at the. ”I walked forward, knowing full well the lesson would not be the sort the Captain would agree with but not willing to argue.“Touch your toes.”I felt my pussy give an almost unnoticed twitch, a memory of what happened last time my butt was unprotected flickering in my head,“Do I need to ask you again?”She didn’t and I bent down, the muscles in my lower back complaining at such an unused posture.“Very nice, although you are less bruised than I expected.”The disappointment in her voice both scared. This added weight made her breathing even more difficult, if that was even possible. The unknown man stroked her hood like a lover and she felt cold liquid being poured on the burlap in a slow but steady manner. Things were now getting very desperate in the breathing department. Olga realized that the simple choice was to either stop breathing or to drown. Neither of these 2 options were conducive to continued living. "What are you doing? Stop! I cannot breath. What do you want? I am.