I had not realised how men so obviously betraytheir intentions and felt odd being their subject.I have to say I really enjoyed the carnival parade and...even caughtmyself thinking how I would miss it next year,... what was I thinking? The crowds cheered, the mens jawls dropped as they feasted their eyeson the "Supremes" and I was quite the centre of attention but everyonehad a great time.I quite forgot the compression of the corset and started feeling athome.After the parade, we posed for. Soon, the trucker starts moving around, and I stand up. I can feel the cum running out of my ass, down my legs. The trucker says thank you, zips up and leaves. My pimp says that I can clean up at the hotel, and we walk out a short time later. I can see the trucker talking to a group of guys as we walk out, and I know he is telling them what just happened. My pimp hands me several business cards and tell me to go give them to the guys. As I walk over to them, I see that the card says “Rest area. "You could say that," she says."I dropped you off earlier... Around the corner in Albert Street. That was you, wasn't it?" You remember me. How sweet." How could I forget a beauty like you. And then there were the other two: that guy, and the pretty girl he couldn't get enough of." You mean my husband and his new slut-for-a-night. Made an impression, did they?" It's like that is it?" Jerry says."Yes! It's exactly it's like that!" "So where you off to now?"I thought you'd tell me." I live not. ‘He said that he was disappointed in her.’ ‘That’s it?’ Lacie raised an eyebrow is surprise, her egg laden fork pausing halfway to her mouth. Bridget set her tablet down and sighed. ‘If you’ve ever seen the love in that man’s eyes, if you’ve ever seen how hard he works or how much pressure he puts himself under to keep us safe, knowing you’ve let him down is the most heartbreaking thing in the world. He said that since he couldn’t trust her, or rely on her, he would no longer need her services.