It was a lovely sunny day, so I just slipped on a skirt and tee shirt, hair not done properly and no make up. I like not having men around sometimes.A...nnie had dressed but was still smirking, which made my mind up."Sorry, didn't remember I'd left that out. Oops." That's OK. You guys had some fun last night then?" And this morning." Good God, really? So who's the big strap-on fan then - you or Mark?"Are we really going to have this conversation? Looks like it."I suggested it. He was reluctant,. I was feeling especially girly that day and I decided to make a detour to my favorite little adult bookstore/lingerie store. I walked in and slowly browsed around, looking at the lingerie and dresses, just enjoying the feel of all the different fabrics and the unique, incredibly sexy smell that is a combination of stripper perfume and sex toys, with just a hint of dirty old man thrown in. There is nothing hotter than that smell. Well, almost nothing – but let’s not get. I reeled out onto the road in the directionof the truck. A man was getting out. He was tall,slight, and fortyish.“Am I glad to see a new face,” I cried. “The last fourwere getting stale.”He came up to me and held me steady for a minute.“I saw three. Were they kids?” he asked.I nodded. “And consider ourselves lucky we’re notschool teachers.” I was very much out of breath. Ishowed him my shoes, and he held me while I put themback on.. I rushed home, dressed up and dildo'd myself whilst sniffing poppers. All the sensations came back to me and I replayed the night with Jon in my mind as I came everywhere. The following day I built up enough courage to head back down to the bar to see if Jon would be there. Part of me hoped not, the dirty slutty part of me hoped he was, I needed to be used and humiliated again. I'd missed a week of uni lectures and this was to be my punishment.I put on my stockings, corset and panties under my.