‘Well if you continue to please me I will pay out of your savings for you to have breast augmentation so that you have real breasts, but not at this...time as you may not turn out obedient enough and I may have to get rid of you, no point in wasting money at this time.’ She said matter of factly. I was stunned. I had no idea that she had thought about this in such a way. What else did she have planned for me? She then opened a second bag and handed me a CB3000. I want to feel his skin against mine. He lifts his arms up so I can pull off his sweat-drenched shirt. I slowly bring it to my face and inhale deeply. He looks down, chuckling, and buries his head in my neck. His nibbling mouth tickles, sending me into a fit of giggles as I try to buck him off.He looks down at me and asks me, "Ok you have me here and all you want to do is take a whiff of my shirt? I don't know if I should be insulted or grateful."I suddenly feel my body relaxing! I feel as. It was a shock to see a man on this floor even less come out of the bathroom. He was dress in tight blue jeans and a black button up shirt that showed the dark curly hair on his chest. As I came out of my door to see what the noise was he look straight into my eyes and smiled he looked me up and down. I felt his eyes looking at my bare legs. I was wear my baby blue boy shorts and tiny tank top that was so thread bearing that he could see my dark nipples grown and become hard just at the sight. She leaned forwards, extending her tongue, wriggling it right the way from the root of Headphone Man’s cock to the tip, then repeating the process with Drunk Man. All the while the tinny beat kept on emanating from the headphones. The train slowed and came to a halt.She hardly cared if anyone entered the train, but since nobody did it didn’t matter. Drunk Man took a further step forward, so that he was right up against her, his cock waving in her face. There was never going to be any other.