"My my my, what have we here" said a strange male voice, she opened her eyes to see an attractive, slightly older, man standing before her studying he... naked form. She whipped her coat back around her body as her cheeks dyed themselves a bright red with embarrassment. "Don't stop on my account you little minx. In fact I've been watching you masturbate here at the same time every night for the past month" he continued "I thought it was high time I met such a dirty girl, what's your name?" the. Soon after I was in my room with all my feminine attire and accessories splayed out onto one of the two beds. I had total privacy to get fully dressed and dolled up, getting as pretty as possible for what was to come. I had placed an ad on Craigslist a few days prior, hoping to find someone legit to use me like the sissy slut I know I am. It didn't take long as the first responder was the one I chose. He was tall, had jet black hair with a beard to match. I wanted a man who was totally. “Do you have a boyfriend Natasha? He asked “Yes Sir” I answered “And does he touch you between your legs?” “Sometimes” I said. Which was in fact a lie, I was too scared to let my boyfriend Simon touch me there, and all my friends were talking about how their boyfriends fingered them, I was frigid I guess, and too afraid to admit it, even to Mr Dickinson. He went over to the door and locked it. I was shaking by now, and confused as to what I should do now to get myself out of this. Occasionally, I’d find myself in an unknown city, but those times were rare. I began to feel woozy and light headed. I wish I could remember what I had taken. I knew I had smoked a few joints and done a couple lines of coke, but that normally didn’t make me feel this bad. I remembered starting off with my friends in a pub off of Tottenham court road. After being kicked out at closing time we had moved on to a club near Piccadilly Circus. That must have gotten boring though, because I remembered.