I finished work and trudged to Cannon Street knowing what fate awaited me .A stinking hot uncomfortable ride to Sevenoaks,the train arrived and I fou...ht my way to the door.Shit ,all seats gone,ah but the leaning post position in the centre better that nothing.Somehow every body managed to get on and then the tannoy boomed the train would make an additional stop at London Bridge,the station half a mile away and not normally a scheduled halt.When the train drew out I became of a girl positioned. I lie there, catching my breath, you come into the room wondering what I am doing in there. You see me lying there naked and you know exactly what I just did. You kiss me, tell me to get dressed, Lia should be here any minute. As if on cue, there is someone knocking on the door. I quickly through on a bra, a tee shirt, and a short denim skirt. You answer the door, and your jaw drops. Lia is wearing a short denim skirt, thigh high boots, and a teeny and tight tee shirt. She is. She had come home late from her usual soiree with other local mistresses and had whipped him mercilessly for no apparent reason; she had woken him during the early hours several times, tormented him and had her arse licked while she applied her dildo or had him lick her till she grunted out yet another orgasm, before serving him with cane or whip. Now morning was here she face sat him; her huge and sweaty arse engulfing his face; why was she so insatiable? He could not remember the last time. (At this point I had never been with a man at all). So of course I was excited and said get over here. Here is my side of the story hope you enjoy!He shows up at my door, we have never met, but we both have something in common, we are both horny as hell! I ler him in my apartment and shut rhe door behind him, I look down to see his cock trying to push its way through his pants, he will not stop moving and he looks nervous. I kiss his neck and rub my hand down his chest to his stomach and.