I wondered if the fact that the barrel weighed almost fifty pounds and was clumsy as hell to handle, would be a problem at the airport for the bullrid...r. He/she had assured me that he/she had everything covered so I walked away with a light heart.I drove back to Aster plugged into the cigarette lighter and listening to traveling music. Lots of motorcycle songs and of course California Dreaming, even though I had no desire to go to California anytime soon.When I got back to the Downtown House, I. So I had to ask. "Not to sound crude, but are you this open with every guy you meet?" I said.She laughed. "Nope. Actually I'm not. Truth be known, I've only slept with three guys. But something about your personality, off the wall attitude, and how damn friendly you are. Caught me off guard, so I was curious. This is not something I do. Just so you know," Bridget said."Well, I don't judge. Just was curious," I said.She smiled. And then without a word, she took off her t-shirt. I about fucking. I told her to look at me and open her mouth. I then asked her what she was and she told me that she was a taboo breaking slut. With that I spat in her mouth. I have always been surprised at how erotic a good submissive slut finds this and I was not disappointed. She started to squirm and beg me to do it again and again. As a gentleman I had no choice but to oblige.When I felt that I wanted to move on a little I told her to stand up and remove the rest of her clothes apart from her. There are days like these.Everything will be fine tomorrow morning.’ ‘fuck tomorrow morning!’, she said. ‘What about tonight!’. I had no answer for that. She took in 3-4 quick drags of the cigarette, and then was a bit calm. I was just looking at her.She was wearing a tight white low-neck spaghetti and tight denim mini-skirt. Her perfect boobs were dying to get out. Whenever she would breathe in a drag, her boobs used to swell up. That was looking so fucking hot!One string of her spaghetti had.