Then all of a sudden I felt some rough manly hands m*****ing my white ass through all of the silk and lace. Then I heard his voice say "You fuckin" wh...ite bitch" and I knew that it was the voice of a horny BIG BLACK NIGGER STUD.OMFG he was a NIGGER STUD all along but I couldn't tell in his dark cab. My heart was pounding in NIGGER STUD excitement, my blood was racing though my veins as I let him continue m*****ing me there in the dark of the night at a rest area on I15.We were the only ones. I placed the book on the desk, just to see how long it would take for him to know where to look. It didn't take long at all.I don't think I'll ever forget the size of his eyes when he saw the key.He babbled for a moment. I think he would have handled the situation better if not for his ever-growing level of sexual frustration. I expected him to try to cover his tracks better. "Oh, Carissa! You found the key to my gym locker!" Oh, he was well past the point of rational thought. He sat up and. .. you have a really nice cock, Kyle." I dangerously complimented. Guys just didn't say those things. An ounce of self preservation prevailed to tread carefully. "I- I- mean girls must ... must like sucking it for ya, --and stuff."Kyle chuckled, continued to finger his gems, never opening his eyes. "Never had a blow, the bitches I've been with won't go there, --or anywhere, for that matter!." he confided.Kyle's revelation of virginity floored me. Most guys would brag of their conquests, fact or. ” Her middle finger slid inside me and slowly was pulled back out. “I just need to be thorough," she said, repeating the motion with exaggerated torturously slow pace. Again and again, she plunged her finger inside me as I pleaded with my muscles to relax…to not enjoy it so much. “Please hold your entrance open,” she asked. With hesitation, I reached down and spread the lips of my pussy, feeling totally exposed. Adding her pointer finger to the assault, she curled her digits toward my g-spot.