I had a limited window and posting in the morning is usually a challenge. Most guys aren’t in a position to be able to get their dick’s sucked ear...y in the day. Whether it is work, school, or something else, trying to hook-up with someone before lunch is a crapshoot. Fortunately, for me, I got lucky. A dude in the city responded to my post and even sent a body pic. He said that he was in his mid-thirties, had a seven inch cock and would love to have a submissive sissy cocksucker service his. Miranda standing in his underwear sporting a bulge in his boxers while smiling. I knew what he wanted and without saying I word I unwillingly got up and started to undo my clothes. As I pulled my pants down he impatiently turned me around and bent me over the bed. He quickly pushed his boxers down and I heard him spit in his hand. Then I felt him place his other hand on my ass while guiding his dick into my pussy with one swift stroke. His saliva made it easier to penetrate me. He was thick and. ? ?Everything was allowable,? ?even public sex.? ?Since it’s a very harsh environment,? ?people leave their c***dren at home.? ?It sounded freaking great.? ?I paid my registration online and arrived late on the first day? (?hauling enough water for yourself for six days is a chore?)?.? ?I got my four person tent set up,? ?complete with studio,? ?and got out to wander about midnight.? ?This was no earthy-crunchy festival?; ?there were neon lights of all kinds for artists and performers to. She didn’t want to go to some “fly by night” photographer who was there one day and gone the next. There had been few, mostly men, who wanted to photograph her in the nude. But she had flatly refused along with her parents. Most of those guys had been the “fly by nights” type anyway.Part 2: Tragedy;She was a month away from her fourteenth birthday, when tragedy struck. Her favorite photographer was killed in a car wreck. She was devastated. The photographer, James, had been like a second father.