"Well, what do you say Sarge? Jail or home?"I looked up at the sarge with pleading eyes, cum dripping off my face."Well he did a pretty damn good job ...or a sissy. I say it's time to go home." Thank you." I said. "Do you have a towel?" Well don't get all uppidty!" The sarge said unlocking my cuffs. "Cum sluts don't get towels. Wipe yourself off with your blouse."I stood up and put my blouse to my face, wiping up the mixed cum that covered it. But first I coated a finger and took one last. Today was the first job interview you had been offered in your months of job searching. You could feel the sweat beginning to push out of your pores.My makeup! you anxiously thought. You needed to calm down. You took a breath. In through your nose and out through your mouth. La confianza es la clave- confidence is key. You remember reading that somewhere but it escapes your mind. You looked in the mirror again. You felt it was hard to be confident with your looks. You were a thirty-plus year. "Lets stop off somewhere for some fun" she suggested so I diverted to one of our favourite dogging spots but there was no one there. I drove the short distance home with a frustrated Donna who was sat in silence pouting.She went upstairs to change and came down in her favourite dogging dress and heels. "Come on lets go find someone to have fun with"I nipped up and changed and we were back in the car touring the local spots for action. I soon realised we'd have to go further afield and she. So put his hand on my ass and told him to squeeze. I could feel his not so little buddy wiggle, and I started to grind on him some. When the song was over Leah was pissed but was to too late. I told him if he left with me right then I'd fuck him. It was perfect cause my parents left for the weekend and my sister was more preoccupied with sucking her boyfriend's cock than what I was doing. We went to my room he was a great kisser, most guys try to swallow your chin. He undressed me so sensually,.