"OH god that's so dirty... Mmmmm Hmmmmm, big fucking cock in my puss... OOooooooh yeah!" The bed springs squeaked loudly as I heard her thrashing arou...d on the bed. I whipped down my shorts and began beating my big meat, wanting to come with her.I heard her begin to peak, moaning loudly enough to be heard, but not screaming. I fired my sperm into my shorts thinking, "She's coming differently..." Visions of Lady and my Mom danced through my head as I emptied my nuts into my shorts. I slowed down. "So get a second job!" Like what? It's not as if I'm qualified or have the skills for anything else is it?" Well work for yourself then, you're always on about having your own business." Doing what though?" Use your brain for God's sake!" Lesley snapped and left me thinking.A day or two later I was playing around on the internet under an assumed name and created a profile to go with it. I purported to provide a visiting massage service with me dressed as a French Maid. The profile also said. "My stop is around thirty miles further on from Marston but if we do get a train I'll have very attractive company heading home. However she seems to have much more recent information than I do."What have they told you now?" They say there's no chance of the line re-opening for maybe another eight to twelve hours. They're hoping to lay on buses but they've no idea when they'll be ready."Not knowing anything about this tasty blond I can take a chance and flirt a little, or maybe be a tad risqué,. My whole body tensed as I looked up her, unable to fullymake eye contact."Thank you for helping us out, ma'am," I intoned softly, earning noresponse and a look of contempt. My hand was again grabbed and I wasushered over the aisle she had mentioned, the one with the clearlyskankier theme.He rummaged around for a bit before picking out what two pairs ofleggings: one was a lacy pink with hearts around the upper thighs, andthe other a pair of black fishnets."Which one do you like, Princess?" he.