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Chapter 45 by Trom1806 Trom1806

So what are your actions now?

You stand alone on the streets of the provincial Arizona town of Trenburg.

So, you sadly realized your situation: you have no money, it is not clear where to go. You tried to remember George's address. Five minutes later, you had it with difficulty. It was a bit chilly as it was now morning. Wrapping your arms around your shoulders, you wandered along the street. You came across the first passers-by. You caught their eyes on you. You realized that you care what kind of views men look at you. Moreover, you perceived all the men you met as ... how a female perceives males. And you had the feeling that the men you met felt it.

You didn't enjoy those feelings. You were just walking down the road. Around you, the working days of a small town began.

You sadly thought: "If only someone would help me, at least someone would pay attention to my plight ..."

You were a little tired and you sat down on a bench in a small square.

For about half an hour you sat on a bench in some public garden that came across along the way, and from time to time you followed the eyes of people passing by. Men. You sat like the most ordinary whore, calling on men with a look. No, you didn't do it on purpose. You just thought about whether this man walking by could come up to you, call you... Or this one? Or maybe this one? Or that one over there? Your gaze first rushed to the man's pants, you vividly imagined the male genitals lurking behind them, the male members that could enter your stretched, supple, tender sissy anus. Into your sissy pussy. And it was these thoughts of yours that made your look inviting.

Men hurrying past, meeting your eyes, looked away. But some of the men did not look away, but caught your eye and looked straight into your face, and then you looked away. But you did not quite look away, but simply lowered your eyes, continuing to look at the men from under your eyelashes. An outside observer could say that you "made eyes" at the men passing by you.

Perhaps if it had been evening it would have worked. But now it was morning.

You continue to sit on the bench and wait passively.

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