But this submissive has been having challenges to providing our play space and my overnight accommodations. I was so horny I actually started talking ...bout us meeting in his car.I am sharing this here because I feel a little embarrassed and if I'm embarrassed there's probably something interesting for someone, in this documentation of my experience. I don't want to be seen as a chyk who will travel 3 hours via public transportation to get some wicked awesome head from some deud in the back seat. There's no substitute for years of practice and accumulating accessories. "The perfect whore look," I whispered, "I hope this turns her on."The drive was mercifully short; I’m always tense when I'm out in drag. The sun was almost down when I pulled up to Molly's bungalow. I followed the driveway around to the back of the house, and shut the motor off.One last check of my makeup, a quick spray of cheap slutty cologne, then dropped the keys into my large gold purse and got out. I saw the curtains. A bridge across the Missouri River here was taking shape, although it would be several more months before it was complete. The railroad and telegraph into Colorado, what people were currently calling the Jefferson Territory, were complete all the way to Clear Creek Hot Springs. A spur line brought gold ore from our mines on Mountain Mesa to our large smelter in Clear Creek Hot Springs.At the behest of the miners in Breckenridge and Fairplay, we had run a seventy-mile narrow-gauge spur from. "Are you done? I have some Kleenex..." Um..." I said, glad for the darkness, because I was probably as red as Kristen's Camaro. "I um... can't go..."I heard Kristen giggle softly, and heard her approach me. "Here... let me..."I felt, rather than saw, Kristen's right hand encircle my shaft, which felt harder and thicker than it had in any time since that incredible kiss we shared before dinner. I was cringing in embarrassment, although her touch on my dick was soft, and Kristen let a few of her.