There were a lot of angry people around there, and I got good enough at interpreting colors to know when an angry person was also confident, because h... (or she) had a weapon. I couldn’t tell the difference between a gun and a knife, but I got pretty good at knowing who was carrying something. The calm ones were harder, but I found that most people who carried weapons didn’t stay calm very long. The other thing was that I couldn’t tell why someone was angry. I couldn’t read their minds.I saw a. I was hooked, and I knew I was never going back to the straight world - not EVER!After a few weeks of spending all my free time giving blowjobs in the booths, I met my first boyfriend - a black guy named J.J. I was sitting in a booth naked, waiting, one night and the door opened. He saw me and hurriedly came in, but when he saw my cock he said, "Oh shit - sorry - I thought you were a bitch at first"He turned to leave but I told him, "Wait! I AM a bitch!"Then he told me that what he meant was. 'Fuck, I shouldn't have accepted the ride. Now I won’t have walked the whole way and it’s an important part of my journey. Dammit!'After a moment she said, "Mine is Elaine. I just live up the road, so if you aren't going anywhere, we could go back to my place and you could wait for the storm to blow over.”I felt myself tense up. 'What if she just wants to take me back to her place and murder me, or have sex with me?', I thought. What if she has some weird, pervy old husband who has her pick up. ...picking up the butt-plug from the bed, you take to your lips and slowly slide your lips over its hardness, initially thinking only to lubricate it, but your mind takes over you are sucking it wanting it to be my hard cock, any hard cock. Your other hand begins stroking your full breast, feeling and playing with the erect nipple encased in the material of your corset, then slowly caressing down your body. Wanting so much to feel your fingers touching your wet pussy, pushing inside, fucking.