” Then I am out the door and off to town. I spent the day taking care of some business dealings that I had neglected this week, and it takes me most...of the day. When it rolls around to 4:00 o'clock, I head to the house and get myself ready for the evening. As I step out of my room and into the living room, looking at the door I see Leah sitting in the chair, ready to go. “ Good girl, that is a great start for this evening, let's go to a party.” She opens the door for me and we head out to the. I decided that since I was going to be alone and not have to work the register I was going to have some fun if possible so I posted an ad on Craigslist saying that I was going to be at the truck stop in the men’s restroom on my hands and knees in nothing but lingerie servicing any guys that needed it, and that bareback wasn’t only acceptable but it was preferred. Before I could even start getting dressed I received a few texts from guys asking me to send them pictures of me so they knew they. So with a deep breath, Anders adjusts his position slightly to give his potential viewer a better view. Then taking his rock hard member in his hand, he begins to stroke it, slowly. It is a relaxed stroke, finger and thumb wrapped good around his shaft. Being in public like this and possibly being watched really has him excited and already he is building up to climax. The man knows this little jerk off session isn’t going to be long, but he does want to make the most of it—police or no police.. ’ ‘I doubt that it is the worst shrapnel injury I have seen. Take off your trousers and let me see.’ I commanded. Erich did as he was told. I turned my back as he shed his trousers and covered himself with the coverlet. When he was ready, I studied the wound. Shrapnel had ripped through his left thigh, leaving a deeply pitted scar. The scar itself was deep, rough, burgundy, and all around it the skin was ruddy and irritated. He watched me anxiously as I gently touched the tips of my fingers to.