One day in chat, a guy wrote me and made me a deal. He said, he'll give me 1000 swiss francs if he can fuck my ass. I was accepting the deal immediate...y and we also met pretty quickly. We talked about a location and time to meet, and I told him I'll wear a blue skirt. I also showed him a picture of me and he was already very excited to meet me.I wouldn't say that I'm a whore, but if a guy offers me money and I don't even have to say anything, then why shouldn't I do it?For safety, I took some. His urgency was increasing. Anthonyloved it. I was as hard as a rock again, in my bike shorts, with thehuge stain of cum, some of it still trapped in my panties and lycra andsome of it being taken by gravity and slowly slipping down my smoothshaven legs.The way they spoke to each other, with no filters and no concerns aboutsocial mores or conventional propriety, was liberating to me. Natural,passionate, unscripted, and therefore totally and directly from theirhearts."Fuck me, baby, please!". A missing girl named Emily about twenty years ago.”The police officer tapped away on his computer.“I’m afraid you’re out of luck, Sir,” said the officer. “Twenty years ago there was an officer stationed full time at Coombe Ottery and his house served as a police station. Fifteen years ago all the local constables were consolidated here and their records were supposed to be brought here too but the Coombe Ottery records appear to have been lost in transit. We have no Coombe Ottery records prior. Long after. It got painful. "Ow! Frieda! Stop!" Shhhhh." My face was soaking wet from crying. It was like I had reverted to childhood or something. Thirty nine years old and bawling like a baby. Post orgasmic euphoria. My dick and balls felt drained and wonderful. Now she was stroking my ass again and my thighs. "Good girl. You are such a good girl."I seemed to cry and heave for a long, long time.Then a long silence while she stroked me."Stand up honey."Finally I stood up. On wobbly.