An hour until the next train, she would have to get on and hope to have enough space wherein to breathe.The train pulled in to the station. A few peop...e got off, but not enough, Imanna knew. Quickly, she got on, realizing instantly, that the train was completely packed. She would have to make due with the end corridor of the car. But more people got in. She stood next to the other door, scared that it might open unexpectedly, but grateful for the extra air from the open window.She was pushed. Paul lay there getting turned on by their fingers on his body. He moved his hands and soon had a cock in each. Mutual encouragement followed.Also in the room was a padded stool. Black Leather. Eye catching. The lower level was a pair of kneeling pads that were long enough to support the knee and the whole of the lower leg. They were far enough apart to spread the legs and facilitate access to everything hanging down and from behind. There were also several pairs of ring-eyes, suitably placed to. I used my whole body to suck him in and out. I pressed the head against the opening of my throat, moaning continuously. I could hear his breathing quicken and he stroked my back. I was fighting the urge to gag. The next time I went down, he thrust into me with his hips and suddenly, my forehead was pressed against his belly and my lips nestled in his hair. Coughing and choking, I sat back on my heels and gasped for air.He let my breathing slow and then pulled my head back to him. My mouth. "'Bout a hundred forty degrees, eleven miles. It's thirty-five hundred feet, paved. Might actually have a restroom and a coke machine."Cindy dabbed at the iPad clipped to the control yoke. "Got it! Okay, y'all, we're going to change course in a right turn and I'm going to make an adjustment to the engine for the descent. It's all normal unless you hear me say 'what was THAT?', okay?" Baby," I told Dana, "she's treating me like an infant."Cindy laughed. "Just taking care of my passengers."Ten.