Breaking away from the jeering group, a man strolled over to where Story was buried. The lizard scampered off. Story squeezed his eye lids tight to fo...ce the sweat out of his eyes. He recognized the man with perfect features from the photos he’d seen.“Natas?”“Yes, that’s me, Donatello. Or shouldn’t I say Story, Justin Story of that gossip rag, the Continental Post?”“How did you-““C’mon, now,” Natas sneered, “we knew before you left D.C.”“But how?”“I know everything.”Noticing Story looking at. When we reached Tumkur station, a sexy looking lady got into our compartment. She was wearing a tight red kurti and skin-tight white leggings. She was fair and looked like she goes to the parlour regularly. I guessed her age to be around 32 but she could have been much older for all I knew.“Umm.. excuse me, this is my seat”, the lady said, coming up to me.I was sitting by the left window, resting my leg on the opposite seat since no one was there. She was pointing at my leg, claiming it to be. I pushed her legs open wider, and lowered my head towards it. Her aroma was musky but sweet, I moved my tongue from the bottom of her slit, up to her clit. I felt her tremble under me. She laid on her back as I began to lick her. My tongue moved up and down her slit, and when I reached her clit, I gave it special attention before repeating. Once she was wetter, I moved my focus on her clit as my finger slipped between her pouty lips. I began to suck on her clit as my finger moved knuckle deep. Blowing again on my pussy and giving me slight teasing licks then stopping and returning to my thighs. He is driving me insane. I am desperate, begging and pleading blatantly as I try to raise my pussy up to get it to his mouth so I can get what I want and what I need. But he grips my hips harder and pushes them back down. Fuck he just won’t stop; over and over again he does this. His cock is throbbing and leaking pre-cum. It is aching and so fucking hard. Neither one of us is going to last.