I leaned against the wall, nonchalantly off to the side between the sinks and the urinals, watching the action in profile. I may have appeared disinterested, but I stayed alert, ready to protect my baby at a moment's notice. I was also collecting the money, of course: one hundred dollars a go.

The first in line, a burly trucker, handed me two fifties before advancing on Tran and fishing out an impressive, uncut cock from his travel-worn jeans. As he stepped closer, Tran raised her diminutive hands to take charge of his already-lengthening member. With her tiny left hand, she cupped his low-hanging ball-sack, her manicured nails disappearing into the thick underbrush of his heavy pubes. With her right hand, which was cuffed at the wrist to its twin, she was just able to reach the base of his swelling shaft. Already, it had thickened to the point that her thirteen-year old fingers were unable to completely encircle its girth. No matter, my little girl had a firm grip on the beast, and wouldn't let go until she had completed her task.

I watched with pride, as well as a stirring in my loins, as Tran stretched her mouth around the flaring cockhead, slurping it in greedily while her delicate hand initiated a gentle stroking motion at the base, encouraging the still-stiffening organ to even greater turgidity.

The trucker moaned, and the five other guys in the john, waiting for their turns, grinned. Tran had attracted at least seven customers tonight - these six, plus the guy who had arrived first, asked for the price, and raced off to find an ATM. I was sure he'd be back, and soon. Who could blame him? Tran was irresistible. As I considered this, my foster child opened her throat and took Burly Trucker to the root.

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I'd spotted the fellow I thought of as "Burly Trucker" the moment we had taken our seats at the Flying-J Truck Stop diner. I knew the instant I laid eyes on him that he'd be a "goer." Of course, the same could be said for the other half-dozen or so road warriors populating the greasy spoon in the middle of the night on a lonely stretch of Great Plains interstate.

Within moments of our arrival, every guy in the place was casting furtive glances at sweet little Tran. Then, who wouldn't have noticed a petite little Asian girl, so out of place at two a.m. in a mid-American blue-collar diner? Especially given that she was wearing a Japanese-style schoolgirl uniform: a white sailor top, with a blue collar and shoulder-back flap, and a red neckerchief, along with a VERY short blue pleated skirt, loose white socks, and blue-and-white saddle shoes. I had purchased the uniform over the internet, within the first few days of my guardianship. Fortunately for me, the Japanese have a widespread fetish for schoolgirls, so there was a product available through some import sites. Unfortunately for me, the garment was the real McCoy, and it cost a few hundred bucks. Oh well, chalk it up as an investment.

After our refreshment - just coffee for me and a Coke for Tran - I winked at her and she took the cue to perform her "bit". Knocking a spoon off the table, she got up to retrieve it. Turning her back on the clientele, she bent at the waist and kept her slender legs straight, put a palm flat on the floor, over the "dropped" spoon, and held the position for a good five-count before standing straight up again, holding the recovered flatware. Every eye in the place had spent that five count transfixed by her little rump, poking out from under her too-short skirt and exposed in its tight white cotton panties.

When she stood, I swear I heard a collective gulp from every throat in the room. I stood up, too.

"We have to hit the road, sweetheart. Do you have to go potty?" She shook her head.

"OK. Well, I don't have to go either...I can hold out at least until Rest Stop 25. We'll use the restrooms there."

Recognition hit every spectator at about the same time. Rest Stop 25 was only three miles down the road. There was a perfectly good set of restrooms here at the Truck Stop. Obviously, I was announcing where we - meaning the delicious young Tran - would be within minutes. Now, to make sure they understood the deal:

"And don't worry, somehow or another we'll find a way to raise money for your school books, Honey."

I threw a five on the table and off we went, hearing a Greek chorus of "Check, please!" behind us. ......(cont)