Uncomfortably

Wendy spent the ride struggling to hold her massive tits with her hands. Every once in a while, the truck would hit a bump on the road and send her bouncing, making the boobs slip out of her crude handbra. Whenever that happened, the driver turned his head to leer. After ten minutes and three such 'accidents', she began to think the hick was doing it on purpose. This day was proving to be a complete disaster.

But she had no clue it was just about to get worse.

"Hey girlie, never bothered to tell me your name." the driver mouthed off, trying to split his attention between the road and Wendy's tits.

"I-it's Wendy." she blurted out, feeling uncomfortable.

The trucker grinned, showing a missing tooth. "Well Wanda,"

"Wendy." she corrected.

"Sidewinders. Anyway, how do ya plan on paying? I don't see no purse in that hot little number." Wendy already didn't like where this was going.

"I have money at my hotel." she said.

"That's real nice, honey. But I can't buy gas with hotel money. And no hotel'll be taking you in wearing that, 'cept for the ones I visit, heh." he pointed to the back. "Look, I got some clothes at the bag. Won't fit your funbags, but better than flying free. For you, not me at least. But you have to pay for them."

The busty model pleaded. "I'll give you more money." She _really _didn't like where this hick was going.

"Nuh-uh, sweetcheeks. My truck, my rules." he patted down on Wendy's bare thigh, making the tease model flinch. "My clothes and you have to pay my fare. If you want 'em, you gotta sit on my lap. Nothing much."

"After you give me the clothes?" Wendy Fiore didn't want this disgusting pervert to see anymore of her tits than he already had.

"No. Now. Then you get the clothes. Take your pick, honey, but don't take too long."