I have already confessed to you how my recent move had ended in a fuck as solid as it was unexpected, the head of the movers having largely taken advantage, after discovering my wardrobe, of my frequent desire to be a woman. I did not expect such a quick and strange reunion.I had been imprudent, when I called on his company, to leave a list of days when, being on leave, I was more available to change house. The first days had been good. As a result, the box knew the rest of my schedule, although a priori this information no longer interested it.The box no, but he yes… Surprised, a few days after settling in, to receive an SMS: “I'll pick you up on Tuesday evening. You will be back Thursday evening. Be beautiful. Don't say you're not free, I know you are”. He was right, and I couldn't see how to escape him. Did I just want it?So, on Tuesday around 6 p.m., I'm ready. Black stockings, rather tight mid-thigh skirt, pumps (8 cm), curved blouse highlighting a strong chest contained in a push-up bra. My long red hair, light makeup but strong lipstick. Perfect for an outing. Not the one I expected.The honk was that of the truck that had brought me my furniture. At the wheel, my team leader, alone. “Come up! he orders me. I give in very quickly, and barely installed, here I am warned that a night's drive awaits us, the truck is full of furniture that goes to Lille. The road is taken, and at the first stop on a freeway aid, I am summoned to get off, to accompany him to the drink machine, "like a girl follows her boyfriend". The same, around 9 p.m., for dinner, which I take to the table, in the middle of the other customers, doing everything possible not to betray myself.After dessert and coffee (for him), he tells me, "Go sleep in the bunk, I'll drive a little more, then it'll be my break." Respecting driving times sounded like the time for me to “get to work”. It seemed to me that I had barely rested when I felt his hand shake me, and his deep voice saying “there is no better than a pipe to evacuate the stress of driving”. Half awake, here I am unhooking the jeans and extracting, in the darkness of the cabin, a dick already erect with envy. Good girl, I gobble it up and apply myself, while his hand rummages under my skirt. My anal pussy is firmly worked by two enterprising fingers that make me jerk and squirm as he empties into my mouth. His sperm flows from my lips, I have everywhere ... it's good! We have to leave, it's 3 o'clock in the morning.At 6 o'clock, north of Paris I believe, it's breakfast time. First of the shower, that I receive the order to go to take, in a large area of ​​highway. Section reserved for women, of course, to give me a makeover. Then coffee and croissants, in a "road" atmosphere that makes me blush to death. He explains to me that his team joins him at 8 am in Lille. The beneficiaries of the move should only arrive in the evening, he has the keys. I am in charge of stewardship, including the warrior's rest because we leave on Wednesday evening to deliver the bottom of the truck to Brittany.Here I am transformed into a canteen, and I do my best with the means at hand (I cook well). His two teammates are colossi, and their hunger is to match. Their sexual needs too. As soon as the coffee is swallowed, the ...

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