Quapaw was another area of past lead and zinc mining. Not a great deal was left. I did have the need of another pit stop for both me and Miss Swifty, ...so I pulled off the road into a mom and pop gas station so common on the old road of the past.As I walked back to Miss Swifty, a young stud was standing next to her, admiring her."Sharp car. She brand new?" Yes, she is. I just bought her a short time ago--in Chicago. I'm on my way to L.A. with her. I'm doing the Route 66 thing."I noticed a. Her pussy, shaved and checked close up for stragglers, I enjoyed that. Her arse cleaned, inside and out. She wasn't too happy about that one but it had to be done.Her hair tied back behind her. Didn't want it to get in the way. Her clothes, what little there was of them. Cheap white knickers; if they got ripped, so what? Stockings the same. Her bra, again cheap and with the straps loose so her ample tits could easily be exposed. Most importantly, safeword issued, just in case things got out of. We sat naked on the chairs.I explained to Mary to first try and totally relax. This was going to be a very pleasurable experience. I told her to do what I did as I spread my legs. Her triangle did match the hair on her head just like I thought. A very cute little hair pie. I suggested she fantasize about a lover doing this to her instead of herself."Okay, Mary, now do you feel that small knob of pink flesh at the top juncture of your inner lips?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Good. That's your. Hell, most of the time you’ve begged me to. You’re probably the biggest slut in this town and somehow, we’ve managed to keep it quiet.” He made me sit on the toilet lid with my back to him ”How many guys have you fucked on my command pig? Did you keep count?””134 these past three months, Sir.” My cheeks flushed at the thought, and I tried to look down, but he grabbed my chin cupping my cheeks in his hand, effectively forcing me to look him in the eye.”I’ll have none of that false modesty. We.