The 2 guys who acted as cranes, lifted Tracey high above BB, holding her legs wide apart. Ready Boss? asked one of them. BB reached up to grab Traceys... waist, then slowly forced her down onto his massive, rock hard prick. The head entered her pussy spreading her lips. Tracey knew that shed never had anything this big fuck her before, and she panicked and struggled to be free. Wriggle my little one, encouraged BB, but it will do you no good. You are MINE! With that, he gripped her waist tight and. “James, if you can avoid the truckers, I have a job I’d like to finish down here.”He chuckled. “Trust me, the last thing I want is for you to be interrupted again.”I lowered my mouth back onto his cock. Again the car swerved, but thankfully not as bad this time.I’m glad he’s a quick learner.I love giving head, but not at the expense of getting into a wreck on the freeway.I slowly worked him in and out of my mouth. I took my time and I wanted to enjoy it. I loved running the tip of my tongue. I had used Uncle Sam to the max and I had stayed away from all the traps that most GIs fall into. I expected I wouldn't be forced to get a job right away. Jake had invested it for me. He always seemed to have some inside track to the best investments.Also, if I didn't want to stay at home I could stay at Jake's empty house. That would be nice if I wanted some privacy some night to party.That was another thing that I would have to do was to find new friends. All my friends had moved away,. ‘Well, I ain’t got all day here. If ya want the job I gotta see them, so either whip them out or take off.’ ‘I don’t want to be a…dancer.’ She told him, almost in a whisper. ‘Yea, waitress. That’s what the sign says. Ya bend over and serve drinks, guys get a peek at yer boob and they tip. That’s where the money comes from. So you need to have nice looking titties!’ His jaw clamped down on the cigar. Millie sighed and steeled herself, reached up and took off the gray vest. Then she began to undo.