She bent down and kissed her Doberman on the mouth, feeling his hard tongue going into her throat.Charlotte gasped at the erotic, perverted sight. Her...misted eyes blinked. She gurgled, the sound of her own voice eerie.Felicia's tongue whipped across Khan's tongue, her hand reaching under him and grabbing his stiff cock. "She did get you nice and hard," she cooed to him, continuing to tease the squirming Charlotte. "She was mean to you, too," she added, and leaned back. "Do what you want, Khan.. The younger man carried the bags to a waiting porter who took them, and the boarding pass, and led the way to one of the sleeping cars."John, I fear you are a bit of a prude," the older gentleman laughed, stepping up into the wood-paneled vestibule of the "Evening Star" sleeper. "Which is neither here nor there, I was simply commenting on the perceived sexuality of trains, not insinuating that I would be looking for companionship while traveling. In fact, I intend only to ride, read, and. . . driver?" Great double entendre, again, for a young woman. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with dinner. Out of courtesy, I said, "Sure - as long as you're buying, I'm pouring!" I placed her "bar" on the wet bar in my suite and invited her. Stress from working late hours at the clinic and coming home to a dark house late at night, eating a microwave dinner alone and then falling asleep in an empty bed, it was all starting to get to him.“Daddy wake up!” A sweet voice called from the other side of his bedroom door.“I’m up honey, what’s wrong?” He said as he rose from the bed and slipped on a pair of pajama pants.“I made breakfast and its gonna get cold if you don’t eat it right away.” She said.Jack thought it sweet that his daughter.