“As I said, you’re quite lovely and I’d like to chat with you if that’s ok. My name is Ian.”I swallow hard before quietly replying, “I’...m Grace.”He chuckles softly, “You don’t have to be nervous, I won’t ravage you,” he dips his head closer a breath away from my ear, “unless you want me to.” His hand slides higher on my leg. “What is it you want?” I finally manage to say moving his hand from my leg.He chuckles softly, “I want you. You’re a beautiful woman, you’ve had a long day, and this is a. ‘It’s you that is, yes! It’s you that shit!’ He then thrust it straight into Dodie’s mouth, pulling her body round so that it could enter her without Innocence having to retract from him and Dodie sucked his penis with an expression of disgust and distaste that the man found even more exciting. ‘You don’t like the taste of shit, do you? Yes? Shall I shit in your mouth? Shall I piss on you? Yes?’ Fortunately, Dodie was spared these indignities as the mere thought of such toilet fun caused him to. I especially remembered the young man who said I sucked cock better than his mother. I wondered if he was the mysterious bf. Either way I was not happy with the memories of my actions from the night before. Being able to remember might not be all good," I decided.Did I feel guilty about all the sucking and fucking from the night before, sure but that was part of the experience. It was the truly degenerate people that I did it with which bothered me. It was most likely never to be repeated.. I paused, once safely inside and tried to get my breathingunder some kind of control. Once I had accomplished that, I wentup the stairs and entered the house proper. I was still shakyafter what I considered an almost fatal close call and I grabbedmy cigarettes and lighter and smoked a couple, one afteranother.When I had calmed down enough that my hands stopped shaking, Iwent to the bathroom and began to climb out of all my femininefinery. I hung the clothes carefully on hangers and put.