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 do...s. 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. Chuck's POVThe woman I saw on the bed was a well known stranger to me. Yes, that's an oxymoron, but the combination of beauty and vulnerability from the day we met had returned and it was just as intoxicating. I had never had a bondage experience, not even a mock binding. But, make no mistake, I am a predator and she was pretending to be helpless and it was damn hot! Clearly the special request was that I indulge her fantasy. I was momentarily at a loss for how to proceed, but as a hunter, I. Eindelijk zit dat ding er helemaal in. En dan laat hij het motortje lopen. Ik weet niet hoe ik het heb, ik gil: 'stop, Charles, stop dat ding, niet doen.'Maar Charles trekt zich nergens iets van aan. De kunstpik draait snel in mijngaatje. Zover mijn toestand dat mogelijk maakt, kronkel ik om dat ding kwijt teraken, maar het zit te diep in mijn lichaam en blijft doordraaien. Ik kreun vanpijn. Charles streelt mij en langzaam, heel langzaam komt er een heet gevoelover mij. Ik steun nu van genot en. She looked ravishing, and rather slutty.“I presume this date tonight will be another of my fun nights with a cock or two to play with?” she asked she bent forward slightly, and shook her shoulders making her boob jiggle.“Oh, but of course,” I replied. We got in the car and headed to the motel, about fifteen minutes away. We talked a bit, and I encouraged her to act slutty when we got there. She wore a knee length coat as it was a bit cool as it was early fall in Denver.We arrived at the motel.