He could hear the the wickedness in her voice with a hint of self-satisfaction for a job well done. He nodded. "F... fuck yes," he stammered a moment ...later. "Incredible."She kissed him on the cheek, a surprisingly tender and gentle kiss, her right hand coming up to hold him in place. "My pleasure," she murmured. Kyle felt her shift her weight as if she was about to get up, and his hands clasped her hips. "Don't go." I gotta get dressed, Kyle," she said, smiling at him. She wiggled her hips from. He heard the woman moan."Are you all right, Wendy?"The woman opened her eyes finally and then really opened her eyes whenshe found herself staring at her former self. She started screamingthrough the cloth gag but not much sound was coming through. The poorgirl is in shock. That's to be expected Frank thought. He waited untilshe had exhausted her screaming fit. She started pulling at her bondsbut that proved useless also."Listen, Wendy. I wanted to warn you but I don't think you would. I let him do it and even helped by wiggling out of them for him."Show him," he said to me as I continued to blow him. Without his cock leaving my mouth I scooted up and got on my knees and stuck my ass up for the truck driver to see. In response, there was a barrage of enthusiastic beeps.The car began to accelerate as we wove from lane to lane. Ibrahim pulled my head off of him and told me to pull up my pants. I was breathing heavy and looked back and saw the truck way in the distance."He does. Wow! You are good. So, so good at that!”I looked up at him, nodded and went to work. I spit on the head for lubrication, slobbered on him and jerked him off in my mouth.Surprisingly, he pushed me away.Again he asked, “Are you my whore or not?”“Can’t you tell? Of course, I am your whore.”“My whores fuck who I tell them to fuck. Are you still my whore?”I nodded and went back to my job.Elliot widened his stance to stay upright. He began to fuck my mouth, rocking back and forth, grunting and.