You are my slave for the weekend and will do as I tell you. You say ok, and I grab you by the hair, look you in the eyes, and tell you to call me sir...."Yes, sir" you say snickering.I start driving, give you a thin blanket to cover up with, and tell you to tilt your seat back and take off all your clothes. You are slightly hesitant, but I tell you to fucking do it, and you listen. You are so beautiful. Once you are naked, and covered, I run my hand over every inch of your body I can reach. I. My wife treated me to a blow job. We had a little snooze before dressing(conventionally - outwardly at least) for dinner.I wore my dress again the next day. We went to a shoe shop and I managesto find some shoes to fit me. They only had one and a half inch heels,but I was amazed what a difference they made. My legs took on a morefeminine shape. My bum stuck out more. I had to walk more daintily. And Iwas more aware of my stockings tugging at my suspenders with every step.And swishing as they. The train was lurching as it threaded its way through points, throwing them forcibly against each other and she was suddenly aware that the man, standing with his back wedged in the corner of the coach, was still holding her hips to steady her. She also became aware that as the train threw her against him there was a definite bulge that greeted her firm bottom cheeks. She was tempted to turn around and slap his face, but suddenly thought "well where's the harm. It's quite a compliment" and she. Isi tarah coaching jaate jaate humein lagbha 2 mahine beet gaye. Ek baar ki baat yeh hui ki mere coaching ka ek peeche se bhi raasta hai jo ki poora sannata se bhara rehta hai wahan kisi ka bhi koi aana jaana nahin hai maine socha ki main bhi rush se bachne ke liye mainne bhi woh raasta chun liya , jab main us raaste se jaa raha tha , lagbhag subah ke 8 : 30 baj rahe the mujhe bahot zor ka peshab laga to maine usi gali mein ek jagah par ruk kar apni cycle side kar di apni zip khol kar peshab.