Get dressed and get out of my truck before I kick you out bare ass naked and I keep your clothes with me.You asshole son of a bitch.So you've said. I'...ve got a schedule to keep. Get the hell out and be quick about it.I'd little choice in the matter. Quickly donning my top, shorts, and sandals, I nearly fell out of the truck as I tried to climb down with my crotch burning from the punishment he just gave it. That's not even mentioning my boobs that hurt like hell as well.Not all truckers are like. They’re funding us to take Macklin on. On a different front. Parallel to, but not directly related to opioids.”Gloria said, “They paid us a six-month retainer. Which will fully fund us through the end of the year. Then both sides will review our progress and decide on the next course of action. If any.”Six months. More job security than I’ve had since ... ever.Sistine said, “Your compensation is included in the budget.”Gloria said, “Plus a performance bonus. If one is warranted.”I refrained. This was my first date since I had finally managed to shed myself of the heinous bitch I had been married to. Halfway through the concert I was beginning to feel out of place. It was odd for me because I liked the bands.I couldn't understand why I wasn't overjoyed to be out with this girl. I struggled through the concert, happy we couldn't talk over the amps. The frequent joints moving up the row helped a lot, as did the bottle of tequila we had smuggled in.When the concert finally ended, I had. I was going to be tickled inside my cunny!“Please ... I ... I ... I’ve had enough. Haaahaaahaaahaa ... Haaahaaahaaahaa...”Ms. Jansen finished her work and the redhead got back into position to use her vibrating tickler on my now completely exposed inner cunny.I laughed, moaned, shrieked, begged, pleaded, wiggled and thrashed. Nothing made them stop. I knew they wanted to totally humiliate me. Gone was the confident girl strutting around the stage, commanding the audience. She was replaced by a.