Door opens, in I climb, two ten pound notes come my way, and within seconds I am undoing his trousers, and working his flaccid cock, it stiffens quick...ly. He speaks little English, but few words are needed. No matter how many cocks I taste I love that first contact of cock tip with my mouth. I linger on it. Truckers cocks are usually full of man flavour, which I love and I savour each one for a few moments, tease it a little too.He lies back relaxed, hand on my head with a little pressure. A moan lodged in my throat as my breasts pressed against what felt like iron wrought warmth. His hands still held my wrists down at my side and I was now breathing through my mouth and his smell – that sexy scent that I think was uniquely his was filtering into me. Feeling slightly confused by the unusual activity going on inside me I have to crane my head to look up at him this close up. He really is tall. His eyes spear mine with their tormented blue before sliding down to my mouth. His lips. Shewas bouncing and panting and carrying on, and that just made it allbetter. When I knew she was going to cum I pushed it back as far as Icould without gagging and let it go in my throat. I had to fight the urgeto puke, but with a few swallows I got it, and then I cleaned up the rest.I'll admit I don't like the taste of steamy fresh jizz. It's like laundry bleach to me,but once I got past the idea that semen would poison me I wasn't botheredmuch by it. And if my old girlfriends could do it, I. ’ But, cliche or not, you have a great body and I like being able to see it and watch how it moves and changes as you do things around the house. You’re a work of art that I love to admire.”“And, I love this,” he continued, still admiring the thong. “I’m going to order you more of these first thing Monday.”“They’re in California,” I said. “It’s probably only about 3 p.m. there.”“Let’s get that catalog and the phone.”I pointed out the thongs and showed him that this was the same catalog from.