Mel was barely 5 ft 6″, pale white skin. Her face looked younger than her 18 years would suggest, except for her eyes, which had a depth of experience much older. Looking up at Mel, he said “You probably have some questions, don’t you? Mel grabbed the panties that she had been masturbating with and roughly shoved them into his mouth. On the back of the cab was a faded painting of a crucified Jesus. The talisman buried in her cunt felt the life ebb from his body and began to shrink as she pulled back. As Mel continued to fuck herself with it, her breathing became ragged, sweat covered her lithe body. Her suspicions were immediately confirmed. The previous owners established this spot over sixty years ago, before that it was in central Mexico, before that somewhere in eastern Europe. As she pushed down on his face with the pillow, the trucker’s struggles slowly weakened, until he lay still.
