Well, I didn't care much for being a hired gun, but there was no doubt that I was qualified for that position. The stage lines were always looking for...shotgun guards, but riding on a stage for a long time could really mess up your back and kidneys, so I wasn't too excited by that prospect. Then I found out that a rich banker was looking for a bodyguard for his kids. There had already been two kidnapping attempts which had been foiled by pure luck. He was having trouble hiring somebody because. "As my orgasm subsided, I lay almost still. I thought it was over. But just as I tried to get away again, I felt it! The walls of my abused cunt were being pushed outward, filled beyond capacity with some thing that was totally foreign to me. It scared me at first, then scared me even more as I realized we were locked together!"He had claimed me with his knot. I was his until he was through with me. The thought of it appalled me and enflamed me at the same time. So when Blitz began thrusting. Nor am I a fashionable dresser. In the warm months, I wear a t-shirt, as often as not a tatty one, and often-faded swim-type shorts. You know the kind I mean, they look like swim shorts but aren't lined. In the winter I wear a similar t-shirt, sweat pants or athletic pants in equally tatty condition, and one of a number of old and rarely washed jackets and sweatshirts. I shower a scant few times a week and often smell.I am not gonna try and rationalize this. The main reason I do it is I am not,. I was feeling so sexy and decided to go for a drive,I love driving around dressed up like a woman.I headed for Memphis just to feel the night air against my feminine feeling body.I stopped at a station near the Interstate and filled up with gas and got some smokes,the clerk looked at me strange but smiled as she took my money and I pranced out to my car getting several looks on the way,that got me really hot and now I wanted some dick.I was not on a mission to be with a man,if I was my steady.