The town is an old farming town which has an outdoor market twice a week and a variety of second-hand shops. You can pick up a nice string of sausages...or a pie and pasty from the market made from locally sourced produce and I like browsing round the second-hand shops mostly for books but sometimes you can find a small antique for a bargain price. On this trip however, I found something better.It was a Wednesday morning and I caught the 9am bus from the bus depot which takes an hour and twenty. He told me it was aFrench bistro called Chez Josephine and that it was elegant and slightlyupscale. I went upstairs to get ready.I took a long hot shower and put on a pink fluffy bathrobe. I walkedinto the closet to pick out my outfit for the night I decided on a Gucciblack leather pencil skirt and a silk leopard print blouse. I put onblack lacy panties and a matching bra and decided on nude pantyhose andblack patent leather pumps. I put on a couple of rings, a gold necklaceand two gold. ' This terrified me as it was not even noon yet and Daniel had sent Bruce and Charlie away. Daniel instructed me '...you want me to hurry and nutt don't you?...' I did not answer as I was in torment from his massive dick shaft stretching my bung hole wide. Daniel raised up and looked between our sweat drenched body and said '...yeah, that some good boi pussy. Bitch you gonna help me bust this nutt if you don't want me to bust your ass open!...' My body was trembling so bad my legs were shaking. Someone prettier.It was just as well, she thought. This was a truly terrible idea anyway. Probably the worst thing she'd ever done. Her mind flickered guiltily. And what did she really know about him anyway? She suddenly felt really stupid, standing in an airport, hours away from home, planning on meeting up with a man she barely knew. Her skin tight black jeans, which she'd thought looked sexy this morning, suddenly felt claustrophobic. She wished that she'd worn her boots instead of these.