Fantasy met reality for the first time that afternoon. desi sex I had to do a crunch with the spreader bar in place and snap my ankle restraints to the chain. I knew it was his truck because he has those loud exhausts which I hate but have given up telling him about. It’s an oversized gym bag where I store all my bondage gear. I lay there all sweaty and panting for a few moments. Rather than having something that spun offcenter creating vibrations, it had a solenoid type thing that rammed up and down so that it almost felt like someone was rapping on it with a hammer. An occasional light spanking if I am already all turned on is OK. Then I went after the left one. There must have been a dozen truckers who got a good look at me. I sat at the kitchen table and put fresh batteries in everything, and then,
