* * *I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was just standing therein shock when, before I knew it, the skirt was up over my face again.Thi...s time my hands flailed about trying to flatten it, but it was nouse. I could feel my clothes shifting. The images of the customer fromyesterday passed through my head, and I imagined that I couldn't havelooked too different right at that moment.I could feel the shoes tightening against my feet. I could feel thepanties pulling up into my. ...My eyes stared at the clock. It was five to nine. I heard a sound. It was the front door opening and closing. I was breathing in short sharp breaths through my nose. The door to the bedroom opened, I wriggled and struggled as the man approached me. He was about 50 years old and dressed in clothes that had seen better days. His grey hair was greasy and lank. His face had several days of unshaved growth. I tried to plead into the gag. He smiled and then said, ?Mei Ling said you were kinky but. It had been a fitful sleep, as he worried about the boy—a boy whose ceremony to mature into a training warrior should have been the previous season, when he’d been alive thirteen seasons. That was when a Ravenclaw youth started the process into becoming a warrior. As son of the high chief, Pony Boy was expected to become high chief as some point himself. That meant his transition had to be a special one, one that the tribe would remember and would not question as the proper transition for a. To suck off any guy who walked through the door while Jimmy was fucking me in the ass. I can’t describe the feeling it gave me. Well. . . . . .I felt like that now, in my room, with the door open. I was very sexual . . .at one time in my life. I loved it. I loved acting that way. I loved feeling that way. It made me feel alive. But that stopped when Jimmy died. I missed and wanted sex but I didn’t want to get involved with anyone and I didn’t feel comfortable picking up strangers at a bar. It.