Truck Ride Part Two
As master pulled out of the truck stop, he spotted a young woman of perhaps twenty-five standing at the side of the ramp, thumb out to try to get a ride. She was about my height and build, curvy in all the right places, with beautiful breasts that strained the fabric of her blouse, an ass that filled out her tight jeans perfectly, long blonde hair, and incredibly blue eyes. He stopped the truck and as she opened the door and climbed in, he asked her in his hardest voice what she would do for a ride. She froze and stared at him for a second, not seeing me in the sleeper section watching. I knew what master wanted to hear, and what it would mean to her, and me, if she answered the way …