The Pete had LED lights all over, but I had used one style to keep the cost and repairs down. Lights do burn out even LED’s. I’m on the ground in...front of the truck just finishing the bumper lights when a shadow blocked my sun. The shadow didn’t move so I looked over my shoulder at this blonde smoking a cigarette just looking at me. “You must be bored or lonely to spend this much time on lights,” she said. Before I knew it she had me talked into the sleeper waiting for me to strip down. I. Then we had some lemonade and made small talk for a while. She asked me what Scott and I had done at the pizza restaurant and I hesitated but finally told her what we had done. She asked me, “Did you know you can get a urinary tract infection doing that. Don’t ever let a guy go from your butt to your twat.” I looked down embarrassed. She then started on the subject she had invited me here to tell me I could tell by the seriousness of her tone, “Tori, do you have any idea what happened to. I might need some help because my cockmight get worn out. Why don't you stroke my cock and get it hard again soI can fuck you with it"I turned around and looked at it. It was quite a sexy thing. Long andshiny with a large head. I reached out and started to stroke it gently upand down and after a few minutes it was hard.It felt magnificent. Rock hard and longer than mine. The head was pulsingand she said "Do you want to lick it and suck it"I nodded yes."Well, after I fuck you this time, you can. Bread and water in bowls – she can eat and drink like a dog. Or, rather, a bitch. If she makes noise, gag her." Yes, S'Major!" Sven Olsen responded for both of them, and Jane trotted off to fetch cuffs while the RSM stared Linda down. Or tried to; her defiance was strong.Forty-eight hours with her hands cuffed behind her back, wearing a ball gag except at meal times, unable to carry out any but the most essential daily living tasks – eat and drink with difficulty out of bowls, piss and shit,.