" "That's very sweet of you, Kyle, but we'll be just fine." "That's very sweet of you, Kyle, but we'll be just fine. Now you be careful, hear?" With that I signaled Phillip to drive on, and soon the unexpected fuck was left far behind. He'd be a memory from now on, one that I was sure would excite both me and my husband. I could almost hear myself whispering to Phillip in later months, and years, "Remember when you sucked that boy's hard cock on the side of I-20? Remember when he shot in your mouth?" And when I would do that, I'm sure I'll trigger the come I'll want. Phillip does that with me a lot. Just as I'm about to come, he'll tell me something like, "You look like you did the night you fucked the waiter in the kitchen of that roadside cafe. Remember?" And that sudden rush of memory will always push me over the edge. As we approached the city lights of Big D, Phillip asked me, "Where to?" "I haven't spoken to you, have I?" "No," he replied, "But I was just wondering where you want me to..." "You know the rules, Phillip. Do not speak to me until I speak to you. You will have to receive a punishment for that, you know." He was silent. "I said you will have to be punished for that. Answer me!" "Yes." "Yes, what?" There was a moment of silence. Then in a very soft, almost contrite voice, "Yes, Ma'am." He could not see me smile in the back seat. He could not see me smile and he could not see me reach into my purse. And he could not see me when I twisted the dial on the remote control. But his ass could feel it, as the plug in his butt came to life and started to move in his rectum, like a giant thumb suddenly starting to vibrate. |