"My heart sank that dreaded word - Security - it's what had got me intothis predicament and it had now scup' erred my last chance of returningto norma.... I thanked him and turned away heading back outside to thetaxi rank. It was now 4 o'clock the rush hour would be starting and Idid not fancy standing in a packed tube train. The taxi ride was longerand more expensive, but even alone with a man in cab I felt more secure.To avoid an unnecessary conversation I kept my head down and pretendedto be. ‘Is it expensive ?”, asked the waitress making a face‘Don’t worry about that….a few owe me favors,” answered the cop. Hazel usually joined her patrol car partner in front of the restaurant about 11PM when the restaurant closed. They patrolled a pretty quiet part of town which was made up of closed factories and deserted alleyways.Carla got into the back of the cop car after being told to put her underwear in her handbag.‘The dyke hookers stand between two streets while the regular ones stand at. "You'd better change into these. We've only got one pair of blackstockings in your size, and black fishnets won't go with this dress.Hurry up, I've got you a blonde wig and I want to try some makeupstyles to go with it. And we should do your nails..." Aren't you getting a little carried away?" I certainly am! But I'm having fun. Aren't you?"Well, yes, I was."Oui, Madame," I said in my Fifi voice. "C'est tres amusant!"* * *I never usually suffer from stage fright, but that evening I. My body arched upwards forcing my vagina against his mouth. As my body settled down he pulled me down the table again until my hips were right on the edge. He slowly and gently slid his penis inside me and for the next few minutes slid in and out of my vagina. He slowly got faster and harder until I was almost being lifted off the table with his thrusts. I had another hard orgasm at which point he stopped thrusting. Once I had calmed down again he turned me over and onto the floor so I was.