I know. A great guy. And I'll find the right woman." Sorry. It is true, though." Thanks. Anyway, have a great trip. Bring me back a souvenir." You got...it. I'll call you when I get back." We hung up, and I feltall at once happy and sad. Happy because Adam was a really great guy.He was being a friend, with no agenda that I could discern. But sadbecause he was so open with me, while I was keeping this huge secretfrom him.The next night, I went to the airport. It felt strange being dressedin. As usual I was working the six-'til-midnight shift at the gas stationon Highway 5, a dozen or so miles outside the town of Baxter. Theseweren't hours that allowed for much of a social life, but then itwasn't as if I could really afford much of a one anyway - I worked in agas station, remember. On the plus side, the work was undemanding andthose hours allowed me to fit in a lot of reading when I wasn't dealingwith customers. I first encountered *him* one evening in early summer.And after that. You certainly worry me, that's for sure!"Suddenly he reached out with both hands and placed one onto each of my new boobs before squeezing them hard. The pain that shot though me was immediate and agonising. I screamed out loud, a small amount of warm urine oozing out of me, seeping through the mesh of my metal chastity belt before slightly staining the crotch of my trousers. "Are you scared of me, slut?" he asked quietly as he increased the pressure on me.Gasping for breath all I could do at. Nervously I pressed against it. I gasped then cringed as I pressed a little harder. The pressure soon gave way to an increased pain as I tried to stretch my ass open. My "cherry" was resistant. I began counting to myself... one, two... before I get to three, the phone rang. "Damm" I said to myself...I looked at the caller ID. "Paul" it said. "Hi Paul," I said, catching my breath. "You sound winded girl, bet you were playing with yourself weren't you?" he chuckling. "Well as a.