CD Dalila Jones - The pros and cons to hitch-hiking

I screamed as the fire-engine red Porsche peeled out, spitting gravel at me like buckshot. I picked myself up off the ground. And just like that, he was gone, just as quick as he had cum. One look at my hard cock and the lousy prick shot his load before he could even undo his belt. It's not that he came so quick, I can handle that, it's that he abandoned me on that lonesome road that led to the predicament I am in now. I knew I should have stuck to my golden rule, no first timers, first timers with a cross-dresser usually cum and run. They get some sort of conscience after they cum I guess.
My name is Dalila Jones, well that's my cross-dressing name at least. I am on the run from the law for a crime I didn't commit. I am writing in this journal with hope and fear. Fear that I will be found and hope that my account of the facts will free my good name, well, my legal name. Until then, I hide under the identity of my sexy alter ego, Dalila Jones, using my seduction to gather evidence on my behalf.

I can't trust anyone, not even the law at this point….let's get back to the facts in great detail.
So I had just been abandoned by the fire-engine red porsche. The smell of rain made me look back to the stormy sunset in the distance. On a normal evening I would have admired the beauty of it all, the musty air, like lust calling from a dark and mysterious place, but this was not a normal evening. This evening I was stranded on a stretch of hi-way, twenty miles from the nearest town, and dressed in a slutty school girl outfit. Keep in mind I was not in the sort of place that tolerates a man dressed in high heels, pink thigh-highs, a ruffled mini-skirt, a stuffed bra, pigtails, and make-up.
I stand only five feet, five inches, without heels, I weigh a hundred and twenty five pounds sopping wet, I have very smooth skin and a cute face with big brown eyes, I get told by a lot of guys, even straight guys, that I am a hot little slut, which turns me on by the way. Oh, I'm rambling about myself again. It was only a matter of time before someone came along.