They started to ascend the stairs when Jill almost tripped and almost fell as her foot slid on the stair tread.“What the hell ... these stairs...”...she gasped, staring at their bizarre treads.They were worn- very worn. They were worn to the point where you could notice it, the great marble slabs grooved. Nothing could ever do as good a job of showing just how many people had climbed the great stairs of Chicago’s largest train station. The largest train station in the biggest railroad hub in the. ..yet persistent. From the start heseemed to know...to really know what made me tick. It was a relief, a bigrelief, after so many years to be able to tell someone, truthfully aboutmy desires and fantasies. And he never judged, just listened.We'd chatted for a long time, years, before he suggested that we meet. I'dbeen thinking about it for ages and although I'd always sworn to myselfthat I'd never actually meet anyone in the flesh I was tempted. Obviously,a part of me wanted to meet a Dom guy. Sam said she didn’t have to tell anyone about their relationship. “Don’t even come back here if you don’t want,” he said.Beth couldn’t do that. She had family and close friends she’d want to visit.Beth started licking and sucking Sam’s nipples. He’d always loved that but Sam looked down and said, “You don’t have to do that.”Beth looked up. “Don’t you like it anymore?”“I love it, but under the circumstances —”She put a finger to his lips. “I know it might make me seem like a heartless bitch but. The coppery taste of her foot drives me wild, and I feel more dominated than I ever have.“Fuuuck,” she groans, watching me.She pulls the cock out of my pussy, then takes it off and lies spread-eagled on the bed in front of me. I know what to do without her saying anything: I put my face between her legs and eat her pussy, drinking her wetness like it's what I was born to do.“Tell me you're mine, Rebecca,” she says, playing with my hair as I lick her clit.“I'm yours, Bernadette.”“Will you still.