The woman’s long legs were kicked high, black stocking and heels on, advertising the companies’ latest hosiery product. “Boy he was really in trouble now.” She told herself. Sex Struggling he lifted the rear roller shutter of his truck pushing her inside as she tried to kick and wrestle; slamming the steel down behind her. “Mmmmff, mmmmmff!”
She knew she could bite make him writhe in pain, but what would he do then? Heeled sandals, a light blue dress, her hair still shoulder length and curly. “Now, how long will it be for the stupid local cops to get here?” She thought searching for the phone in her card foot well. “Ugggghh shit!” She groaned rubbing her long aching neck. “I’m afraid its too late miss.”
The driver stood back wiping his brow to view his captive. The women especially; who flaunted their bodies, there pale toned flesh, teasing his kind. He sampled her tit ends and between taking long sucks he spoke. She was in the hot dim hold of the truck, two small ceiling lights showing a virtually empty space.
