Taking a swig of beer, then sitting it down on the concrete sidewalk, I notice three dudes, about 25 feet in front of me, just to the side of the row ...of 18 wheelers parked along the roadside. About 11 of them I guess. The dudes appeared to be of the construction persuasion, and were standing around a 55 gallon barrel that they had started a fire in. Two of them were wearing tank tops, one shirtless. He was pretty hairy, and had enormous pit hair growth. I figured they were around mid twenties. I tried hard to stay concealed but ended up showing the postman almost everything!He said, "Very nice indeed darling, you have certainly made my day," and with that he turned and left leaving me holding the parcel standing in my bra, panties and stockings with the door nine tenths open, on full view to anyone.I can only assume he was a breast man as had he looked down at my panties he would have seen I was not quite the woman he thought I was. I closed the door and took the parcel upstairs.When. His words seemedto flow like molasses into her ears. She was fully aware that he wastelling her not to think of what she had witnessed, but the visionbecame fixed in her mind instead. In fact, the more he droned on, themore he stroked her hair and her arms and talked to her in his soporificway, the more clarified became the scene in her mind. She didn't wantto think about it, but she couldn't put it out of her consciousness, shejust couldn't. And strangely enough, the images in the lovely. Finally, after what seemed like hours of teasing, he brought everyone back into the hallway where I was restrained. He asked if I had learned my lesson on being bratty. When I nodded he pulled the gag out of my mouth. My jaw was very sore but I didn’t complain. I deserved his ministrations. But I remembered my manners.“Thank you Sir. I have been punished for being bratty. There are no excuses and I will not do it again.”I said all of this while grinding back and forth on the large phallus in my.