Khair fir maine use hath me dia uske, usne use sarmate hue pakda aur boli ye sirf mere liye hi rakna samjhe!Uski ye possessive si bat sun kar mujhe v ...s se pyar sa hone laga usi pal han doston majak ni kar ra sach me mujhe wo apni si lagne lagi, us pal fir kahin jada der na ho jaye to humne kud pe kabu kiya aur kapde pahne jab hum taiyar ho gaye aur wo chat ka door khol kar niche jane hi wali thi ki main ghutno k bal niche baitha aur uski salwar ko fir se khola toda sa sarkaya Manu ji ko ulta. ” “I'm sure,” the familiar voice sighs. “But I’ll take it from here. Boss needs you. Now.” Ashton squeezes my shoulder before sliding out. “We’ll get you squared away. Be right back.” A wave of peppermint slaps me as a platinum blonde beauty eases across supple leather. “You owe me one. Color combinations were next,” says Portia Nash. “You’d be here another hour.” “You?” I fumble out. Portia turns, flashing an electric smile that fueled at least a hundred awkward wet dreams my freshman year. Luckily the light from the toilets gave enough light to see if someone was looking out.I stopped and chatted to a couple of guys and watched on guy suck off a bloke along side one of the lorries, the driver was watching from his cab and seemed interested in what was going on. I got back to the car and dozed off in jut my shorts. I guess I had been asleep for about 30-40 mins. Most of the cars had gone leaving only the lorries,the odd car came in and went.One german lorry driver, pulled in, got. Jane and I “met” on the internet; she had read a story of mine about spanking in a sex story forum and then contacted me to discuss the story. Jane expressed an interest in being spanked and we started to chat about it starting on the forum and then moving to yahoo messenger, we also exchanged e-mails, photos and spoke on the phone. Our chats continued for some 3 months before we actually met in person. I flew out from London Heathrow to JFK then via an internal flight to meet Jane. Jane met.