CD And Trucker

"What the..?"
"Hank, stop for a second please."
He pulled back a little, and in doing so pulled his finger from my pussy.
"No you don't big guy, put that finger back." I said sternly.
As his finger slid back into me, I kissed him on the lips softly to let him know he'd done nothing
wrong.
"Hank if I'm going on this trip, you need to understand a couple of things about me. First, I told you
before you don't have to treat me like some namby-pamby girlfriend. I want you to always think of
me as your sure-thing fuck. When you get horny and want to fuck then just take me, got it?"
"Got it." He answered slowly.
"Second if I don't please you for some reason, then just pull me over your knees and spank me silly
'til I get it right."
"Really," he said a little sheepishly.
"Yes really," I said directly so he knew I was serious. "I've never had the chance you're giving me to
live out my fantasy to actually be a trucker's woman. You'd ruin it for me if you treated me any
different."
"I think I understand, but you need to know something about me."
"Okay..."
"I always treat my lovers with respect. But I can play your game and act 'the big tough trucker' if you
want. I just want you to know it's not really me, but me trying to make it better for you. One thing's
for sure though, there will be times when I'm going to step out of this role you've concocted for me.
And when I do, I want to get what I was hoping for when I asked you to go along with me."
"What were you hoping for, Hank?" I asked curiously, never thinking there could be more than sex he
might want.
"I could tell the moment I saw you and also after our first few kisses you had a real passion inside you
to play the girl for a guy like me. Actually it's got me hot, thinking I was the one to unleash it. I also
know you're not the perfect-passable girl like some of the other girls I've played with."
That stung a little, but I didn't want to interrupt Hank, he seemed on a roll here.