He told me he was free tomorrow (Tuesday) and I had told him I was too. We had made a plan that he would pick me up in his car from the shopping centre and take me back to his house where we can enjoy each other’s company. Without thinking about any of the consequences, dangers or risks of doing this, I agreed to meet him at 12pm the next day. 27/03/18 - Tuesday: I woke up the next day at 8am and was reminded of everything that happened yesterday. I immediately felt guilty (for arranging with another guy and not telling Alex or getting his permission), scared shitless about the fact that I had just agreed to meet with a complete stranger and on top of that, he would be picking me up. Every scenario possible ran through my head: I could be killed, I could be raped, he could seriously hurt me, he could turn out to be a creep. Or, he could turn out to be the sweet guy that he seemed like on Kik. I spent an hour trying to calm myself and think rationally. I wanted to just stay at home and not bother going, I could indian just call off the whole thing and make up an excuse, I could just avoid talking to him altogether. But something just pulled me towards him, I don't know if it was his sweetness, his sexy cock, or me just being a horny cunt. But something made me text him again, for some reason I decided to tell him that I'm willing to meet, we confirmed our plan and it was sealed. I would be meeting him in the parking lot of the shopping centre and he'd be taking me back to his house. However, I didn't know if that's what would actually happen, it could turn out to be the worst day of my life, maybe even the last day of my life, or maybe it could be a wonderful first experience. I was clinging onto the latter with my life (quite literally). I reach the shopping centre and reluctantly go to the parking lot, my heart aching and beating rapidly, I text him and he describes his car to me: a deep blue Toyota Landcruiser with black roof racks. I manage to spot his car and see a white male inside the driver’s seat. There's nobody else in the car so that makes me feel a bit safer, I text him the number plate and he confirms. I slowly approach his car from behind, wanting to run away for miles until I can't run anymore, wanting to just call it off, wanting to just get the hell out of there. Nevertheless, my feet make their way towards the car, one step at a time, eventually I approach the passenger door, I look inside and see Tony, the guy from the pictures, the guy who was sweet talking me last night, the guy with the thick 7.5 inch uncut cock that I badly wanted my lips around. “Hi…”. I say with a nervous smile. “Hi, you must be Kenny.”. He greets me with a Big Tits warm smile. Me: “Yeah that's me, you're Tony right?” Tony: “Yep, sure am, you wanna jump in?” I hesitantly open the door and slowly get in the car. Not knowing what's gonna happen to me, my life in potential danger. Tony: “So you came huh, was hoping you weren't gonna ditch at the last second.” Me: “Yeah I guess I did, sorry I'm just nervous.” After eating my breakfast, I settle back into bed and pretty much snooze for the rest of the day. As safety you cannot do violence while this trigger Big Tits is active, would not want you to act like a murderer if you end in the wrong dress. So I opened the door. She named the system an NJ Drone.. “I cannot answer that. “And I might’ve taken a picture of it happening.” Josie confessed. "I want all of it." “How serious is this?” Hartwell was doing all he could do to keep his temper under control. When she had straightened, gasping and outraged, he had simply laid one hand gently along the side of her face and said, “Try not to be late tomorrow, all right?” The blindfold was easy to understand, but what was indian with that strange ball and the straps. "Yeah, do that."