I take out the douche and fill myself withthe warm fluid to cleanse my virgin cavity. To make sure I'm ready, Idouche twice. Dumping my bowels made me...definitely feel ready.Straightening my clothes, tucking my man parts back in, and fixing mymakeup, I got some money in my bra (no purse, sorry), my keys andheaded out.It was now about 1:30 in the morning and I hit the red light districtnearby. I had picked up some hookers there before, but tonight I wantedto fuck like a woman, even if I had to. “Don’t do that.” Jason’s hand paused on his passenger’s thigh, just belowthe hem of her white skirt. “Why not?” he asked, his North Atlantic drawl acquiringa slightly strangled hint of frustration. “Because it’s rude,” Jenny told him, frimly removing hishand. “Oh, God,” Jason groaned, sitting back and rubbing hisforehead. “What’s the matter?” his date asked. He stared at her inamazement, trying to see if. Then I had an idea. It was a great idea or so I thought. I got out my cell phone. I pushed down my pants. I spread out my legs. I took a picture and then uploaded it to the computer. I thought about it. I thought about it some more. Then I did it. “Sarah. Would you like to see mine?” I wrote. A couple hours later I received an email back. “Who are you?” it read. “Do I know you?” I told her no but then corrected myself and said that she does know me. “Who are you?” it read again. I told her that. Tomorrowwwwww!" I felt the finger ram back into me.I was swung around as the door opened and was shoved out finger leaving me making my asshole feel like it was still gaping open as I stumbled out the door.Slam!The sun hit my face, it was still day out. I felt like I had been in there for hours and when I checked my phone, it had only been an hour and a half to my shock. I put the phone back into my pocket and heard a crumple. I didn't remember putting paper in my pocket. I reached into my.