It was early evening and we had been on the road for several hours, I was getting desperate for a piss, David, my hubby could see me fidgeting more and more.
"Do you want me to stop so you can relieve yourself at the roadside, honey?" He asked.
"You'll have too soon, oh, there's a sign ahead, what's that?" I said.
Truckstop 1km.
"Great honey, I think I'll hold it!" I said.
He drew in at the pumps and said, "I'll refuel while you relieve yourself darling."
I leapt out of the car dashed into the cafe, signs for loo's on the left, went in slammed cubicle door closed, pulled my jeans and thong down, and was pissing before my bum hit the seat!
Heard the outer door open and close, footsteps, then the cubicle door slammed open, a large man came in, I opened my mouth to scream, he put a finger to his lips. "Don't scream" he growled.
I didn't scream.
He grabbed my hair. "Stand, bitch," and pulled me up, still pissing. He took out a knife, swiped down, slicing my top and bra, he let my hair go,dropped the knife, violently pulled my top off, "lovely tits." he grinned, "now get those fucking jeans off and turn round."
