In doing so I realized that I could not feel her panties. I tried to rationalize that she was wearing thong panties but even I didn’t believe that. ... lifted her up, spun her around, and slapped her on her ass. The two girls giggled and ran off.The woman sitting next to me said, “They sure like giving you erections, don’t they?” We both looked down at my crotch and saw the wet spot on my pants. She then said, “That little tart isn’t wearing her panties and her pussy is leaking. She wants you to. My dick is aching. Traffic is starting to back up. Dammit, my dick is burning from the pressure! This is crazy. She wants to get fucked. She always does. What are we doIng? Is my dick now talking to me? Fuck her??? There always comes a point where a man can make fantasy become realIty. Someone Is In the fast lane flashing their lights for us to move on. AW HELL, SHE IS GOING TO GET FUCKED!!! I pull over onto the next exit and Gregg and the trucker follow and stop and park behind me. I get out. Come in. Damn, you look amazing tonight.” She entered and sat on my couch. I poured her a glass of wine and sat next to her.“What do you want to do tonight, baby,” I asked. “Oh, James, tonight is not about me. It is about you. You made me feel so good last week. I never get that kind of attention. I want to return the favor. Tonight is your night.”With that, she gave me another long deep kiss and then downed her glass of wine.Kellie went to her purse, pulled a tape out, and went and put it in. “This is what a slut receives for lying!” he snarled and he brought his hand down firmly, spanking her arse cheeks. Her body bucked against the heavy wooden desk and she squealed in pain. She braced herself for the next blow across her right arse cheek, and then for the next across the left. The blows were hard, without restraint, and she squealed again, but mixed with pain, her cry hinted at another emotion. “You dirty lying bitch!” Steven scolded as he spanked her again and again, driving.