I was hitchhiking just outside of Jackson in the pounding June sun praying I got picked up before my brain juices started evaporating when a beat up o...ld camper van pulled up beside me. When you're hitchhiking beat up old camper vans are pretty standard fare, 4 wheels that work and a driver with some interesting road conversation, but this van had one very obvious unusual feature, both the occupants were topless. In the passenger seat closest to me sat a guy in his late 50's with short, slightly. "Yes, Mistress, right away!" I replied, getting down on my hands andknees at her feet. Party or not, we still were in an officeenvironment, so there was a limit to how far she could test me. Infact, I took it as a challenge to take the scene past her comfortlevel, to the extent that I could. I pulled a cloth from a pocket inmy apron, and began to buff the toe of her black patent leather, highheeled pumps. Of course, they were in perfect condition, without amark on them, but I role played it. Mahmot stood well over 3 stones tall and towered over the small woman. His eyes smoldered as his lust rose from deep within. The huge Moor warrior was ready for more pleasurable things than his usual killing lust of battle.The big black man moved silently forward, holding the young woman's gaze as if he were a black adder taking its prey. She gasped when his large battle scared hands closed over her delicate white shoulders.She never made a sound when the big black warrior picked her up in his. My hand moved faster and my breathing increased, panting heavily. Bella gazed around naked still. "Someone's definitely in here, watching. OK, you little pervert. Stop jerking off, get out," she said. I couldn't stop. It was like my right hand was glued to my cock as it moved faster and faster. I started groaning loudly and then my body spasmed as I came all over my hand."Hey, pervert in the cubicle, out!" Bella commanded. She walked over and pushed the door open and gasped in absolute shock at.