I dress in strappy sandals with 4 inch heels as instructed; high enough that I am teetering for balance, a small halter top, and a very short black sk...rt with a side split and boarded my train. Even with the heels I am smaller than most other passengers. Just a little under 5 foot tall in my stocking feet and petite with long dark hair and a pretty youthful face, the 4 inch heels, only just make me a similar height to other women on the train. On the journey, the eyes of the conductor linger. Still Connie told herself, it had been an experiment and a necessary one. The fact it had felt great and it had turned her on didn't matter. What was important was that Connie had learned thing or two about this power that she now possessed. One thing filled her with both hope and confidence. With it she might be able to clean up the mess that Clyde had made. Yet the other thing ... it filled her with fear. What Connie had done with Ms. Reed had filled her with passion and desire. For a moment. Day-6, Sunday, I was busy with some work and day passed. At around 9pm, I got a call from her to visit his home secretly. I went at around 30mins later and met her. She was well dressed in an ethnic wear saree and was watching tv. When I entered she smiled and I sat on sofa opposite to her. I asked about her children, she gave a crazy eye direction towards other room and in low voice said they slept. My heart was beating with her new behavior and innerly I was holding my horses that what she. My blue eyes were highlighted and "captivating," according to him and others, and I knew he always wanted to see my face and my eyes in this most submissive of acts. He was amazing also, a sexual being like myself that fit no labels or molds. A mirror-like kindred spirit, who was more dominant to my more submissive nature. I batted my eyelashes, fighting back the tear duct-reflex, as his cock once again punched past my mouth and into my throat. Partly from my cocksucking, partly from his.