I took one look at the sneer on Janet's face and decided I had better sign it. Janet then came over and grabbed me by the hand. "Okay, Candice, are y...u ready for your new life now?" What could I say? I said nothing.The next morning I reported to the ladies locker room. This time everyone watched as I undressed exposing my new apparatus between my legs. Whenever I wanted to go pee, I had to ask Janet. This was becoming very inconvenient and painful at times. I had to get out of this. Start slowly taking his cock deeper in my mouth he was huge stretching my lips I continue to suck his cock he was getting hard getting bigger and thicker my jaw was start hurting I pull out his cock start licking like lollipop got it so shining and wet I got up he quickly remove my dress push me into bed face down spread my butts apart start licking my asshole tongue fuck me for while in and out wow he got me so crazy with his tongue he got up and told me not to move from this position I was. Gosh, it is years since I read an Arthur Foley story. I remembered ‘The Night Ferry,’ very well. The macabre novel had made a deep impression on me in my teenage years. Then there had been ... Oh what was the title? The one about the train that took its passengers to unexpected destinations. The name will come to me later. What happened to Arthur Foley? He had a strong presence up to about ten years ago and then he just disappeared from view. Had he died? Had he retired?I went over to the. "I guess. Are you hurt? I can call for rescue if you would like. You look as if you are injured." I could see blood on her face, down the front of her and all over the sleeve of the sweater she had on. "You'd better report this to the police." No I'm not hurt, so don't call anyone. When we get to the car, maybe we can get my luggage and then you can drop me off in town." I climbed down from my rig, went around and helped her up into the cab. I will say I admired the view as her jeans tightened.