Curly patted Hal’s shoulder and smiled “Let’s get this show on the road, mah man!” and hunkered down next to Suzy Q. As the truck rumbled to life, he slapped her lightly on the cheek “rise and shine, sweet cheeks. I need to get a look at the merchandise! When she awoke, he’d help her to her feet while she was still groggy, and then arrange for her to be cuffed to one of the safety bars along the side of the truck. She’d be able to stand or hand on the bar, depending on her state of mind.<br/><br/>Once she was properly secure, he took a moment to breathe deeply in her hair. He could smell her conditioner, mixed with sweat and fear, and it brought life back in his still aching cock. He grabbed her hips as he stood behind her, and then leaned to the side to whisper in her ear “I don’t care what the others get…I’m going to taste you first, Suzy. I’m going to take you in every way I can think of, and then try to create some afterwards. It won’t be pretty, but it will be pleasant…at least for me.”<br/><br/>He then slid his tongue along her earlobe and closed his eyes as he held her “Oh Suzy Q, baby I love you, Suzy Q…” he muttered as his hands roamed along her breasts. The sway of the truck moved her more in his hands, and he smiled “Why Suzy, I didn’t know you cared!”.  One of his hands reached down to grab a hard handful of her crotch with enough force to move her up a little “And this pussy…man…have you ever tried to fit the fat end of a bottle in there? Now…I don’t think it’ll be that bad…but fairly close. Yeah…it’s gonna be a damn fine time, missy. You’ll be calling all the girls to tell them you won’t be around for a while!”<br/>