Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

"If you say so. Clear road. I don't think there are any Smokies in the area. Had a radar setup about forty down the road but they closed up for the day."

"Uh, yeah, thanks, Pete. See you on the reverse." He quickly gunned the engine and roared off. The feeling grew in his crotch. The warmth began to spread throughout his loins.

He looked down and saw the wild array of brown hair scattered all over his crotch. Summer was avidly mouthing his cock. She had started sucking on it just before they got to the weigh-in station. He wished to hell she would wait but knew that this kind of mouth love added to her kicks. She liked sucking him off when there was a chance of being caught at it that restaurant in LA!

Christ, he had came just as the waiter was serving the food. He almost turned over the plate and steak and salad and everything as he came. Summer had been on her knees under the table sucking him off for all she was worth.

"Will you let up, damn it!" he snapped. "I'm having a hard time keeping this thing straight on the road."

Summer looked up, an evil gleam in her eye. She'd found the perfect way of getting revenge on Harry. She wasn't going to let him run her off. She could take anything he could dish out. And she was going to embarrass and humiliate him in public one of these days.

Until then, she'd have a fine time fucking that lovely cock of his. And, whenever he asked, giving his friends some kicks. She picked up a lot of bread that way. The CB radio kept her is touch with all the other horny truckers wanting to get their rocks off. One day, she'd have enough money put away to split.

She wasn't sure where she'd go. But wherever it was, she wasn't going to have to put up with gear shift knobs crammed up her twat.

"I want some more," she said and dived back down to mouth his cock. She wanted to suck him off just as he hit the downhill grade past Deadman's Curve.

That'd show the bastard who was boss.