The very same evening I returned, I decided to head to a bar and see if I can get lucky. This bar was very popular for foreign tourists, and I have al...ays fantasized about a white man fucking me. I entered the bar and sat at the counter ordering a gin and tonic, looking for white guys.I was wearing a pink shining gown, which was off shoulder on one side, down to the arm pit, revealing the top third of my breast. My back was also revealed to some extent, enough to attract the attention of any. I'mno virgin but I don't get a lot of sex.Now a little more about my fetish. Obviously I keep it totally secret;I'm sure that mom might have suspected something during my younger dayswhen I used to borrow her lingerie and hosiery but most young kidsexperiment with that sort of thing; you know, playing dress-up. Now Iam obsessive about not being caught.I do keep my body fully shaved; but hey it's the era of the metrosexualand all the guys are getting 'back, crack and sack' wax-jobs andgetting. Also, they've decided to implement The Program there, and our friends at the FBI want someone to have their guy's back." So why the fuck did you pick me?" Don't worry, you won't have to be naked, that's Andrews' job." I started to protest but he kept talking. "I picked you because you're eight months from retirement, and I've seen enough action movies to know that's not a good time to stick somebody in a dangerous situation. Besides, the FBI guy is an old friend of yours, Grant Hardcastle.". As the woman passed, Sarah her say "You are still looking wonderful Sarah." The woman stopped in front of her, and Sarah found herself desperately trying to place the face. "Thank you, " was all Sarah could manage. She watched a smile form on the woman's face, and something else form in her eyes. "You don't recognize me do you?", the woman said. "No" said Sarah, "but I think I should. I am sorry." "That all right Sarah," said the woman, "I am delighted that you don't but I suspect I am.