She was dressed to get attention.A little short skirt, shirt open as if she was showing off cleavage. My suspicion were correct,... cross dresser. I t...ld her I didn't know much about the local scene, I'm a truck driver parking up for the night with a local delivery first thing in the morning.Direction turned into small talk and that turned into the two of us sitting chatting in my truck. She was new to the area looking for a fun place to hang out and meet people. Getting comfortable and. Oh, you are a nasty, juicy little girl.I look away from you, and around the rest of the room. At your feet on the floor is a quilt. Spread out on the quilt are a number of interesting items. A dildo, a butt plug, nipple clamps and a few pieces of rope. Oh, you are really planning on being a nasty, juicy, perverse little slut!It must be a really good story that you are reading, because I can hear you getting closer. But I can't allow that. A nasty twat like you doesn't deserve to get herself. There was another guy, probably about thirty-five, trying to get one of the girls for himself with no success, so I decided to fuck him. As I ran his way, I realized that at twelve years of age, I was now what they would call a slut. And that made me even more horny and very proud. This guy I just mentioned had a hairy cock and it tickled as he rammed it up my hole. His cock was big, so it also hurt a bit. Have you ever felt that? Pain, pleasure and a tickling sensation all at once? It really. Sure, she was older, she was an artist, shewas... more rotund than most women Tony spent time with, but there wassomething about her energy. The excitement you so desire. The old man'swords ran through Tony's head."It's called 'achoose powder' according to that old guy over there. Takea look," he blurted out.Ana held the pouch in her hand, mesmerized by the swirling design. As sheopened the pouch, a tiny amount of blue-tinged dust rose from the opening.It looked like it almost glittered in.