At that time I was a transvestite The gentle sun has given way to the cold winter wind and I am less inclined to take out my camper van. However, a message catches my attention. A guy I thought had gone far away for a long time contacts me. The kind of well-built guy, he had left me with very good memories so I answer him quickly. After several exchanges of emails, we agree to meet along the Garonne for a nice little scenario (inspired by another guy who, himself, has not given any sign of life). After a postponement due to the weather conditions, I take out my camper van and here I am, off to the banks of the Garonne. The place my friend has chosen is a little out of the way and does not seem to be known to pick-up artists but it is quite obvious that my outfit will be that of a little slut like I usually wear for my dates and exhibitions. I stop a little before turning towards the meeting place and dress all in black: a low-cut skirt and fishnet stockings, a top and bra but as agreed, despite the chilly air, no panties. I put a bag of powder in my small bag (in fact flour and not drugs!). When I get there, I see that there are 2 cars parked. No one, so I decide as agreed, after putting on my vest given the temperature, to follow the river to reach a small grove a little further. No one, I lean against a tree, one leg folded against it and wait patiently; like a whore hoping for a customer. Not long: a silhouette slowly approaches but it is not my friend. I do not move and the man continues on his way not without casting an insistent glance at me which says a lot about what he is thinking. Finally he appears and heads towards me quickly. (it is agreed that we do not know each other) "what are you doing here?" he asks me in an aggressive tone "I'm walking" "oh yes police!" and he shows me a "blue white red" card "prostitution or drug trafficking? The area is known for both!" "Okay, go on, rest your hands against this tree and quickly" Docile, I carry out the orders of this policeman and lean against the tree "spread your legs" Not fast enough, he spreads my legs with his foot: I can no longer move without risking losing my balance. "That's good, don't move, I'm going to search you" No sooner said than done, he begins to feel me up; first slowly on my back, then he runs a hand under my bra, tickles my breast a little, finally goes down to my buttocks which he caresses insistently. "No panties either!" he shouts. Of course, without any complexes, he takes the opportunity to explore my crack with his middle finger, quickly joined by his index finger. Submissive, I undergo the search without daring to move. He takes advantage of it and even lifts my miniskirt over my kidneys, leaving the small of my back and my little ass exposed to everyone's view despite the temperature. What was not expected is that the walker, intrigued by my presence and especially by my outfit, came back on his steps with the hope of seeing more and watches the scene hidden behind a tree. One movement too many and he is spotted. A moment of hesitation; then reassured by the lack of reaction of the onlooker, my friend resumes his scenario and caresses me more beautifully, even positioning himself so that the stranger does not miss anything of the scene. Very quickly his fingers search my intimacy without any more discretion. The effect is immediate, I start to squirm. The man, knowing he has been discovered, becomes bolder and slowly approaches. "Change of scenario, you won't go to jail for drugs and we'll stay where we are." my friend whispers, "turn around." And without further ado, he opens his fly and turns me around to face him. "You're going to suck me right now... dirty whore, I'm going to teach you how to hook up... bend over my cock, slut." The stranger is close enough to have heard this little sentence and approaches a little closer to get a better look without actually being in contact. As for my policeman, he has his baton well extended and points it at me shamelessly. All I have to do is suck him as best I can, and this in front of a stranger who seems to be out of the loop. So I apply myself; making it enter, well moistened with my saliva, deeper and deeper until it touches the back of my throat, causing a nausea that makes my friend laugh. He addresses the voyeur , "she's not good, this slut!" » So he comes closer again and is now very close to me. "Look at this beautiful ass: doesn't it make you want it? ... I do and I'm going to take care of it right away hum" Without further ado he turns me around without tenderness and after a good slap on both buttocks, he exposes me, well bent and the mini skirt at the top of my kidneys, for a few moments to the gaze of th ...

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