The head security man gave her two choices. He was blunt and to the point.She could either be arrested and go to jail for two months while waiting fo... a trial or have another alternative.When she asked fearfully what that was the man grinned. He told her many little party sluts like her try to abuse the security of this country by smuggling. Through his years he continued on he found an alternative to sending cute little girls to jail. At the jails he told her girls like her would get raped. She held on to my arm as we drove. A little tighter than normal but not anything like it was last night. I was happy she'd settled down.I pulled up to the drop-off area and put the car in park. Jill pulled me to her and kissed me. I was one of those kisses that make your hands think of exploring."Thank you for putting up with me. And for being there. I'll make it up to you tonight." You're welcome."She kissed me again. Not as intimate as the last one but a lot more than a peck. She slid over. Then he took me back to my car.I got home that time just in time for Fred, a fifty-year-old with a thick dick that I wouldn’t do anal with. When his big cock head separated my labia and popped in quite easily he said, “Feels like you’ve had a fucking good afternoon.”“You know me well! Twice with a new guy. But it’s your turn now. Gimme whatcha got! Nice and hard and deep.” As usual he reamed me thoroughly before he left. I slept well like I always do with a satisfied body.Monday was a workday.. He was rugged in a manner men nowadays weren’t accustomed to. That’s what the girl with the golden ring loved about him. To her, he was macho and unforgiving in his dusty, worn blue jeans and a relaxed long sleeve shirt. He even wore one of those green aviator jackets with the orange lining. God, she loved him in that. He was what women loved about a man in uniform. She knew it the first time she saw him hosing down Engine 18 outside the local station house. Her uncle was a firefighter back in.