Moving slowly and carefully, I had managed to position myself between her thighs. In the darkness, I could just barely see her face over her flat tum...my and lovely breasts. My legs hung over the end of the loft. If I was careful, I could brace myself against the wall and be relatively stable.I exhaled slowly through my mouth. I knew she would feel the heat of my breath on her. She responded by closing her thighs against my head. I pressed my lips to the thin veil of cotton and kissed her. I hadn’t called her back yet so she asked if there was someplace warm he could drop her while she waited for me. He pulled into a gas station and picked up his CB. He called a truck that had the next 25 mile segment of highway to see if he could help a little lady out. The answer came back “be there in 15 minutes”. She slid over next to him when he patted the seat saying we have 15 minutes. He slid his hand into her yoga pants and beneath her thong, right into a very wet pussy. Just a few. But at the back of my mind, I also feel sympathetic for the poor girl.”Now, she gave a more acceptable expression and I took a sigh of relief. And suddenly, she asked, “Is it really so different? I also masturbate and it feels good enough.”I quickly replied, “sex is not about feeling good enough, it is about feeling amazing, it is about being awesome.”She nodded. I asked her if she would like a coffee. My hotel was nearby and we got to its restaurant. On coffee, she told about her. She was. I began to sweat. "Ladies, last night one of our staff members misplaced her level 2 jacket. You shall all now witness her punishment!" The camera panned to the right and a girl came into view. It was the bus driver from last night! Oh my god, I had her jacket! She was attached to some sort of a low, slanted machine. Her legs were bent at the knees behind her, with a strap binding her ankles to her upper thighs. She was lying on her back, angled at 45 degrees. Her hands and arms were strapped.