I've only been in the shop once before, about 2 months ago, so I wasn't worried that the shopkeepers would recognise me, if I did this task.Suddenly i... felt like I was gonna have to do it, my viewers were keen I did and got me to close my balcony doors, get my handbag and keys, then pose so they could check my appearance. Now there were comments suggesting that I've got all prepared so just go do it. I agreed, asked them to wait, took a swig of my drink and walked out the door, closing and. When there were no easy pickings, they went elsewhere. Let's be watchful for a few nights but we should be okay as long as we stay together."That day we resumed our trek southward on I-75 toward home. We were moving slowly now because Steve's group were not used to traveling. Bennie and I agreed that they had lived mostly by scavenging. How they made it through winters was beyond our comprehension. I was glad to get to the Knoxville area.The complaining had, as my mother had said many years. "What the hell? I woke up, still strapped to the gurney. No pain, though. Must have got operated on. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but the straps held my arms down. Something brushed into my chin when I made the effort, though.I looked up, opening my eyes as wide as I could bear, to find out what had bumped into me. I saw nothing there, excepting a pair of enormous naked breasts protruding from my chest. "Hey!?" I squealed, in high-pitched feminine voice.My horror increased. The brown-tipped. So after he left, I took some time to adjust to being alone.I worked a little more at office to pass time. At nights, I would wait intently for his call. Sometimes he talked dirty to me, and I felt myself getting really aroused. It was then that it occurred to me that I could gift him my anal virginity on his birthday. He was sure to love it. But I was scared of the pain as I had heard how painful it was. Something in me made me want to go ahead anyway.So I started reading anal sex stories. All.