“ Oh no Sir. No please. Not that. That's – Sir you're so big and I have never – oh Sir it will hurt me so - and - and Sir- it's dirty there!” ...he was sobbing again, hard this time and squirming to move away from his invading finger. He held her firm and continued. “ Shhhh baby. Calm down. I'm not intending to fuck you up the arse tonight sweetheart. I'm exploring is all. Will you allow me to explore your lovely little pucker hole? Just with this one finger for now. Just poking at it, rubbing. She wanted $50,000 a year and a new van. She doesn’t drive but she walks, catches rides, or Master happily takes her around. She knew the family van was too run old and worn to make the daily commute.She wanted a decent fuel efficient van because she was also in the process of starting her own 60’s hippie soap company. This both intrigued Blake and amused him. Cookie didn’t need his money, but she wanted him, she wanted the submissive job. She wanted to be his reason for being excited to come. " Sure thing, we'd love to," Pete said elated. "I'd like you to meet my friend Carlos. He handles my business here in Tijuana." How do you do, Carlos," Julia said and introduced Ann to them.From a distance both had looked rather nice, but up closer, Ann had her doubts. The one Julia called Pete, appeared a type likely to be in some illegal business. Carlos was too good looking, in fact, almost perfectly so. He wore heavy cologne that didn't seem quite masculine to Ann. Something about him was. The first few steps out of the door I hesitated for a quick moment atthe way I was dressed. I started rationalizing that technically I hadbeen wearing mostly women's clothes now for a few weeks, although theskirt and crop top was the hardest to rationalize. Thankfully with theleggings and my chucks I could almost convince myself that it wasclose enough to my normal attire. I had thought that this afternoonwouldn't be too bad, after all I only needed a dress and shoes thatwould work for my.