I doubt that, bitch. Whos going to call the cops? I asked, leering at her. Seeing that she was struggling for an answer, I leaned close to her ear and... whispered into it: You are going to die tonight. Her face paled, and the thrashing got more violent. She was struggling, trying so fucking hard to get free, out of my strong arms. I am tall. I am heavy. I am built. Shes just a girl, probably not weighing more than 120 pounds. What chance did she ever have? Against me? Against any man? I held both. He said that the road was higher that the parking area and the backside of the lot is rarely used. He said he would be there between 10:30 and 11:00. He gave me his cell number and said to call when I arrive at the rest area. I agreed with anticipation of fulfilling my exhibitionist tendencies and left St. Louis around 6:30. It was already getting dark.Driving nude is a little more risky for me since I drive a pick-up. Passenger cars cannot see in but all trucks can. I made the trips many times. She pushes the screen a few times to select the options she wishes. There is a ‘chair’ in the center of the shower. She sits in it. It is cushioned, and a comfortable temperature. Her right index finger finds the buttons mounted on the side of the chair, and pushes START. Ten shower heads pop out of the wall and ceiling, and water starts misting out of them. She is surprised that the water is warm immediately. The technician in her deduces that there must be a hot water tank located right. .Each stroke of her leather boots, running along my hard prick, I groaned each time with relief written all over my face that she had finally rubbed them on my cock, I could feel my cum building, " slow down, I want to milk you dry " as she lowered her boots my face visibly dropped in anguish.Walking around to her desk she pulled a drawer open, pulling a pair of gloves out she slowly eased them over her svelte like hands, teasing them over her fingers, her hand pushed me forward bending me over.