Nothing was. I was on my way home from my first session with a Dom. Hunched forward, I used the front of my hoodie to cover my crotch, needing to co...e badly. My cock stood rock hard in my jeans, and had been hard for a long time. The train hit a bump, and I felt the tenderness of my ass again, gasping over it. Standing would be better, except for my cock standing straight out, the bulge obvious for everyone to see. And it would be odd to stand on an empty train. Like most people searching. " She turned to Ned, speaking seriously, "Sorry, hope my language doesn't offend you."Ned's face was wreathed in smiles. I could tell he was about to burst into laughter. But he replied seriously. "Sylvia, if guys are allowed to talk like that, girls should be too." Right," she said. "And for the record, tell me what's with these guys here. I can't tell if you're all screwing each other, or if you're exclusive and just playing games. And I can't figure where I fit into that - or if I want to.". Her legs were pulled back and tied in place to an eye bolt in the pole. It must have been painful, but it made a wonderful picture for the camera. Marcel cupped Ally’s breast, it was slippery with cum. After they’d mounted her on the pole, every man who was able cummed on her face. They’d tied her hair into a knot to the pole so she had to look up and couldn’t avoid the jets of sperm raining down on her. By the end it had looked like she had on a mask of cum. Marcel had collected cups. I figured that I could do it, but it was not going to be easy.Fletcher went to the hotel and took a room. He went up to his room, and I was pretty sure that he was going to sleep for a while. It was difficult to sleep in a coach seat, so he was probably exhausted and would sleep for several hours. I know that I would under similar circumstances.That was the perfect opportunity for me to see if Fletcher was registered under his own name or was he using an alias. It probably was not a significant.