Then Sarita starts to walk away. The guy grabs her arm again. I then said to myself, enough of this shit. I then quickly walked over to them. I asked ...arita are you ok. The guy says to me , “hey buddy mind your business“. The guy reaches for Sarita’s arm again. I grab his arm and wrist I then bend his wrist into a submission hold and push him to the ground. I then tell the guy, it’s OK to talk to woman, but don’t put your hands on them in any forceful way, “and I AINT your buddy”. The guy says. When I was 17 Mrs. Michaels and her husband got divorced. There were a lot of stories going around the neighborhood about why they got divorced. Some people said that she cheated on him with a coworker. The children stayed with her during the week, and with their father on the weekends. So often I was asked to look after her kids on week days when she had to work late or if she would have a date.When I was 18 and getting ready to start college in the fall I was asked to babysit for Mrs.. My friend's face was gone from the hole, replaced by his finger, rubbing the edges of the hole.This was backwards -- he was asking me to let him suck my cock. I thought to myself, "Is everyone in the world a bottom?" After all, I'm the one wearing women's underwear, so that makes me the cocksucker here, right?So I did nothing, just stood still in the middle of the booth, slowly pulling on my little boner, changing the video channel to find some hot anal sex. The finger was gone, and I was sure. I never meant to degrade you or leave you feeling less than. If anything, I was putting you on a pedestal and worshipping you from the front seat. I was proud of how you excited those men, how you were so damned… well, so damned desirable!” “Well, if we are being honest here, that wasn’t all bad – at least not at first. A part of me deep inside that I don’t always like admitting to was more than a bit tingly to be the ‘bad girl in the back seat.’ It was exciting to act slutty and to entertain.