He didn’t seem very old. She hadn’t talked to him at all; it was still early in the school year. The one-on-one college meetings wouldn’t start ...p for another month or so. So she was definitely wondering what was going on. Her grades were impeccable. So what was it? Monica thought carefully. There was a girl that she’d been mean to, starting last spring. She was brilliant, but unpopular. Not very good looking, either. Brenda Hartley would make a good nun, except she wasn’t headed in that. She let out a sigh as she scrunched down in the seat, wanting as much of me inside her as possible. “I don’t want you to think that I do this for every young hunk I meet on a train,” she said, leaning her head back against the seat, eyes shut, hips rolling slightly. “Of course not,” I answered as I slipped a second finger inside. “And I don’t want you to think I do this to every good looking woman I sit next to, either,” I replied, punctuating the phrase with a twitching of my fingers as the. "Please no. No flogging. Please fuck me now. Please I need you in me all hard and hot and fucking me anywhere you like," she begged, and as she did so she knew it was true.CRACK.A second line of fire, a little higher on her thighs, just below her arse, elicited another scream but also intensified her wanton desire for violation."Please in my cunt and up my arse, please," she wailed.Adjusting her position slightly until she was set to his liking, Ramzy El-Najjar entered her womb in one long firm. ”“Old goat,” she said, working up a smile. “Cindy. Dan. We’ll do it.”“Mister Geno, we have to get the car back to the guy who loaned it to us. The keys to the Citation are at the FBO office. I shut it down by the checklist. It’s tied down.”“Dan Richards, you got a champ there, you know,” Geno said.“I know.”I hugged Mizz Sonya, squeezed Mister Geno’s fingers, and we left.Driving back, I told Dan, “He looks a lot better than he did the last time I saw ‘im. He was out.”Dan was shaking his head. “I.