I struggled to reach the step on the lorry but two men helped by virtually lifting me up taking the opportunity to feel my tits and legs, one even tried to get his hand between my legs but pulled away at the last moment like a frightened schoolboy. XXX Owen delivered furniture throughout the North and Scotland; his helper was Greg, and he was asleep in the van. I obliged and his hand went straight for my honey pot. “So,” Big Vid grinned, “are you gonna put another show on for us today then?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” I lied as I brushed some more invisible crumbs from my blouse and accidentally touched a very stiff nipple. I could hardly sleep on the Wednesday evening for thinking about Owen, Martin and Big Vid being at the truck-stop waiting to see if I would turn up wearing stockings for them.
