It's not the dollar amount that has my heart pounding faster. It's the fact that I will need to interact with another person, and my voice does not ma...ch my appearance.Reaching behind me I recall I am not wearing my jeans with the wallet in my back pocket. Surrendering again I reach to the seat next to me for my purse. My new billfold, more female in design hold my money. As I hand the two dollars toll, the oversized woman chats. "Hello honey, is a bit too cold for the top being down?" Yes. “You’re from Chicago, right?” she asked.I nodded, “Yes, but I was born in California and moved to Milford when I was ten. I was there until I graduated High School.”“When was that?”“I graduated in 1981.”“I had relatives who lived in Milford back then. Did you know anyone with the last name Krebs?”“Sure. Christine and Bernadette were a couple of years ahead of me and their sister Diane was in my grade. I think Bernadette joined the Air Force.”“She did. She’s a sergeant now. She’s married and has. He just cared about my body and my holes, like a cheap whore. And he treated me like one. And I loved this treatment. This was what I want, what I need. I craved for this. I waited patiently for weeks, sometimes for months for his call.When he entered the house I tried to hug his neck and kiss him. But he pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell on the ground. "Do you think I come here for foreplay or lovemaking? Do your job, do the only thing that you are good at whore!" I knew that. “You feel so fucking good.”Mr. White slowly fucked my ass and I squeezed his cock as he pushed deeper inside of me. He was speechless but kept moaning as my tight little ass was wrapped around his cock. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me. Mr. White exploded as he yelled shooting his load in my ass. I could feel his cum spraying deep inside of me. He pulled out of me and collapsed and I fell onto him. We both smiled. “Oh Kali,” he said. “That was amazing. Simply amazing.” We kissed..