Aux heures de pointe, nous étions serrés comme des sardines dans le wagon. Tout à coup, j’ai senti une main se poser une fesse. Au début, j’ai...cru à une maladresse, mais la pression des doigts de l’inconnu se faisait de plus en plus franche et commençait à s'insinuer dans la raie de mes fesses. J'ai voulu me retourner vers l’importun mais serrés comme nous l'étions, je ne pouvais pas trop bouger. J'ai juste pu voir qu'il s'agissait d'un jeune homme noir. Quand j’ai voulu, d’un air sévère,. And it was then that I said “I dare you to take off your bra”“The bra AND shirt? or just the bra?” she asked, as she sat up to begin removing the clothing.“Just the bra... for now” I said, trying to make this game last a while. When it came to my turn, she told me to take off my pajama pants, and I obliged with no hesitation. We continued daring each other to remove articles of clothing, until we were both laying there naked, on my bed, in my dark room. She then asked me “Truth or Dare?”“Dare-. He groaned into her mouth as she lowered her body letting her weight settle into his lap. "Anthony," she gasped when he reached up and ripped her shirt front in two giving him access to her creamy skin. He cupped her naked breasts and squeezed lightly before he lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She let her head fall back as a guttural groan erupted from her lips. She suddenly stood up and slipped her panties down. She regained her position, now wearing only one of his. It was only the repeated cosmetic surgery that stopped her parents getting squints from looking down their noses at the rest of us.(Don't get me wrong here. I'm as red-blooded American capitalist as the rest of you. I believe in a man being able to keep the fruits of his labors, and reward himself for his efforts. But Arlene's family hadn't done a day's hard work in decades. I'd bet you a hundred that none of them could even make a cup of coffee; without a maid they'd have starved to death in.