I had no idea where this was going.When I got up on the ledge, much to my surprise, she stood up. She was about 5'3, and I'm about 5'10. She came just...up to my shoulders, so I had to look down at her. She stood within about six inches of me, not quite touching me, but close enough I could feel her body heat.I didn't know what to do. Until she moved forward, and she brushed against me, pushing her body against mine.I was so fucking hard, nervous, scared, awkward, and had no clue as to how to. I stopped to compare prices. I wandered, leisurely from one aisle to the next. I didn't look for my Master. I let him look for me. So, I remained content shopping for nothing. And surprisingly, I remained relax, borderline excited and as usual, wet between the legs. I even reshaved missed spots from yesterdays' work.I did wish I was a real shopper. I was finding some nice bargains on undergarments and other sexy items. But, of course, I don't have much need anymore for such garments. Sighing. Soon they would be producing milk and the stimulation was overwhelming for Carla. After sucking on John for a couple of hours she was ready for some dick inside her hot pussy. The breast suckling and her pregnancy hormones only made her want to fuck even more. Bruce dug in and hammered her, like a rock drill in the mines below the town. He drove deep enough to strike silver ore with his pounding penetration. Carla was already hot from sucking rancher dick and fingering herself at the brothel. So yesterday afternoon I read about cruising places in CT and one of them was a rest area for truckers about ten miles away, and that it known for truckers looking for sex and blowjobs in the afternoon. I left work and headed there, I walked into the bathroom at the rest stop and it was completely empty except for the maintenance guy so I went back to my car which was parked directly across from where all the trucks were parked and waited. There were a dozen or so rigs but only a couple of them.