Next week I’ll take double my cut to make up for your little field trip.” Laughing he made his way to the door. “Fucker.” Johanna said after t...e door slammed behind him, spitting into the sink and grabbing her toothbrush out of her bag. “Look Jo, you didn’t have to… you know. It was my idea to go to my mom’s, and if that was what it took, I would have done it alone.” “I know, but I couldn’t let you do that shit alone. As much as I hate that fucker, I would have done it alone if it meant being. She was still looking. He held her gaze intently for a few seconds before she looked away. He knew he had her.He saw her head to the bar and hop up onto a stool so he snaked his way across the dance floor towards her.He stood close behind her, slightly to her right and the hitch in her breath told him she knew he was there. He leant in towards her and placed his right hand on her thigh. His left hand brushed her hair from the right side of her neck and he lightly blew on the exposed flesh. His. His hand covered my mouth as he saw I gasped.But nobody had heard me and nobody had noticed my wet cunt was now impaled on a huge black cock.His hand covering my mouth then slid down to cup my tits, making my nipples get hard instantly. No one heard me moan in pleasure.I had one orgasm after another, with his hard black cock buried deep in my cunt. The vibrations of the train rode up his legs into his black cock and then into my soaking wet hungry pussy…I tightened up the inside of my pussy and. I feel as if I have sinned a great sin. Now my only hope is retribution and absolution. Here on this chair in all its tarnished metal and perished rubber and worn leather.Is this a dream? It feels like a dream. The confusion and fear are certainly there, the dryness of the throat, the inability to run or walk or even scream. But, behind it all is the most fundamental sin of all, permitting someone to gain pleasure from my body, that bit of me which actually exists in the real world. The flesh,.