Yvette squeezed her hand, imploring her. "Call me. Please call me, Laura."They both looked around nervously, as if Arthur could overhear them. "I will..." Laura said, almost inaudibly.She watched as Yvette walked away from her. The blue dress was cut low in the back, and Laura could feel a hot, excited tingle deep in her pussy as she looked at the fantastic, smooth, black skin of Yvette's half-naked back, which she had kissed and caressed so many times.Upstairs, looking for a non-occupied. He grabbed hold of my breast again, hard and unforgiving. His fingers dug into the soft flesh and I winced before he pulled down the straps of my dress and bared them. Exposed, my nipples stood on end from the cool air coming in from the train door.The hand that had been playing with my ass suddenly wrenched aside my panties and drew a slender finger over my wetness. I shuddered.I was frightened but I couldn't help that the situation excited me. God, what will they do?He finger brushed over my. "You have to do itsissy style! Back up! Spread your knees a little wider sothe skirt is tight, make sure your knees are both on thefloor, with your ass sticking as high as it can go."Joan sissy backed up on his knees, feeling the tightness ofhis plug. Some liquid in his enema bag sloshed; his fearpee, he thought, wanting relief, but the plug has a one wayentrance and was hugely tight. He straightened his knees tothe floor. He felt his dangling molars touch the top edgeof the plasticene shell,. Her clit was engorged protruding from its hood. Her hymen encircled her pussy opening, guarding the entrance to her treasure."I wasn't going to do this," I said softly, "But I can't help myself."I fell to my knees between her legs, lifted them onto my shoulders and lowered my face to her crotch. She had pushed up on her elbows to see what I was doing. I gave her a lick from the bottom to the top of her slit.She squealed and exclaimed, "Ewww! Gross! You can't lick me there; that's where I pee."I.