It was either from fright or from hitting her head when she fell. I pondered what to do. I hadn’t seen anything of the man and the rain would wash a...ay all forensic evidence. There was no point phoning the police until she came around and could give a description. She wasn’t injured, not worth sending for an ambulance. The best thing to do would be to take her back to my apartment and let her recover. Maybe even drive her home to be on the safe side. I slid my arms under her helpless body and. I amnothing but two holes for real men to use because I am nothing but asissy slut..."I repeated this on sissy autopilot for an hour or so. I was so caught upin my mantra that I didn't even notice when my front door opened. Ididn't notice anything until I felt some rough hands kneading my tits. Igasped in surprise (and pain) and the clamps were pulled off my nipples.I winced but didn't stop chanting my mantra."I am nothing but a sissy slut," I repeated. "I am a sissy cum dump. Ineed to be. We ... I mean, the police, roust it every few weeks. But within days the place is infested again. Especially when it starts turning cooler.”“We have enough addicts living here for that?”“Yeah. Alice isn’t a big town, but it’s big enough. Maybe not ten years ago when cocaine was the thing, but with crack taking over and now meth-amphetamines, which they make out of cough medicine, we’re seeing more and more people getting hooked. So, yeah, with both the addicts and the homeless, and there’s some. The lights have been out for twenty minutes and she's whispering filthy things in my ear. We've been seeing each other for a couple weeks now ever since I caught her masturbating at work. The sexual chemistry between us was intense, but we were still getting to know each other and explore our boundaries. While discussing fantasies one night, she admitted to getting a thrill from fooling around in public. I immediately suggested we go catch a movie after work. She enthusiastically agreed. We.