Told me the rapist wouldn't get me, even if the prosecution failed. I didn't believe him." You should've," Sandra said. "It'd be easier for you to pro...e you didn't want it than I could." I guess." The gay rumor, Sandie." Oh ... that ... yeah, forget it." Why is it like this?" Like what?" Why do we have to prove we didn't want to be raped?" Years of shithead misogynists in power who believe women are permanently consenting to sex. And weaker men, for that matter."Sandra took the turnpike around. I couldn’t tell it the person was young or old, just white. He got done peeing and then I watched him shake it off, as guys do. Only he didn’t stop shaking it after a yank or two. He kept pulling on his dick and sure enough it was growing. I was wondering if this was going to be one of those 9 or 10 inched guys. The guy kept pulling on his dick and it was blossoming into a nice sized dick. He was circumcised and the head of his dick was thick. I was thrilled at the fact that I had no idea who. He was in a large city in Mid-West America, scoping out some potential venues for a speaking tour for his father, when he felt the need for some female companionship. He used a shady hook-up site which was only one step removed from the so-called Dark Web. Shit, maybe it was actually a part of the Dark Web?He decided that he wanted the woman he hired to perform fellatio on him, they agreed a price and he told her to meet him in his apartment hotel that wasn’t far from the river that flowed. It was sort of unusual for her to make a formal request like this. I was slightly confused when she came in carrying a bundle of materials, folders and drawings. I did my best to keep an open mind and let her make her presentation as she had requested. She started off by presenting her idea as a business opportunity that would complement the resort. She came right out and said that the nudism trends had been a windfall for my business and that there was a section of the groups that visited that.