I decide to get out and about on my stocking adventures and to do this i've hidden a secret camera in my rucksack. I woke up feeling horny with really filthy thoughts in my mind. So I set off in the car and stumble upon a trucker who's broken down in a motorway services on the M23. I ask him if he knows where 'a ladies underwear shop in Crawley is'? Why on earth I've asked a trucker this question I don't know! Even he seems puzzled, however I remain unfazed and continue on my quest for cock. I tell him I'm a model and i'm looking for stockings and he tells me that i've certainly got the leg for it, which is great so i pounce and k him if he's like to see me modelling some.