Karen’s shoulders slumped. She knew she was being given an order to do something she didn’t want to do. And I don’t mean the icy-hot on her butt...plug. She lifted herself off the seat and pulled her plug loose, focused on what she was doing instead of the car we were about to pass on the interstate. I got to see the look in the driver’s eyes as he saw a pair of tits come up past the passenger side window sill.As Karen applied the icy-hot to her plug, she replied to my question. “When people want. .. and she told me not to worry about cheating on her right now.” I told her.“Smart. No pressure on keeping you loyal while she can’t see who you’ve been with.” Alicia cooed. “So, no objections to us doing this then?”I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her before lifting her up, and spinning her around and laying her on the bed, without pulling out. I began thrusting slowly as I began teasing and massaging her tits.“Not from me,” I said before I began licking and sucking on her. She nudged him to sit on the bed reclining against the headboard then she straddled him and positioned his cock at her wet hot hole and slid him into her tightness. He gasped and pulled her forward yanking her breasts from the top of her blouse, the tight collar lifting them and squeezing them together as she bounced hard on his cock. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and ran one hand along her thigh before sliding over her ass and probing at her butt hole. She was expertly riding him,. Instead of gassing up at one of the stations near the exit, she drove the couple of miles into the little town. It, like many small towns, had been bypassed when the Interstate was built many years ago, the old highway looping back around to rejoin the Interstate a few miles later on. I didn't notice a sign with the name of the place on it. Oh, well, no matter. I have too far to go to worry about which little town I'm in just now. I doubt if that trucker will look for me this far off the.