Will we go to the cove?" I thought we would, unless you have somewhere else you want to spend the night." No, I like the cove. We'll have to go to the...store to get some supplies while we're out tonight, bread, cold cuts and the like." Then we better go now. Let me call our Italian place to have them put us on the waiting list."I made the call and we left. After our dinner, which was great as usual, we stopped at a twenty-four hour market to pick up what we needed for the weekend."Rob, how would. I was sitting square on his strong hand now with him pulling me tight against him on the seat.It was about 2 minutes later I won our discussion and found us pulled off the freeway at the back of a rest stop, his hands tearing the small g-string I had on under the short skirt in record time. I opened his jeans and lowered my face to his cock as he pulled my skirt over my hips and began to stroke his fingers on, in and around the wetness now flooding me. My naked butt was facing the passenger. “Face the wall.” With aching feet Winter went to the wall, staring at the gray concrete. “Put your hands against it and bend over.” At this point Winter began to sob. “Silence, slave! Master has no time for crybabies.” Winter swallowed back his tears and took the position, revealing his arm. Petrovsky walked up behind him and without pausing, shoved a slender finger into Winter’s ass. Winter’s insides clenched against the probing finger, attempting to push him out. “You are swollen, but I will. ”Still not looking at me, she replied: “I don’t want to tell you. I have to tell you. But…”“But what?”“But, you’ll… you’ll… hate me. Fuck, even I hate myself,” she practically sobbed.Turning her over so I could look her in the eyes, I said: “Emily, there is nothing, absolutely nothing you could tell me from your past that would make me hate you.”Quickly her eyes filled with tears. I knew she was drunk but she was also clearly very emotional. What could really be bothering her so much? She was.