Her screams echoed above the screeching of the breaks as we came into the station. The doors opened and people looked at her with uncomfortable stares...as they moved to exit the train. My balls ached and my cock throbbed. I wanted her so bad. I began to move with the crowd to find some privacy where I could fist my dick, but was stopped by her hands. Blindly she grabbed back at my pants. As her fingers pressed against my prick, she turned and looked me in the eye. ‘Please…’ she begged with. ”I went behind Shy’s chair. She was fast asleep, definitely not aware of time or place. She slept with her head to the side, her legs fully extended. “She’s probably hot wearing this towel, anyway,” I whispered. I stood behind her and leant over. Slowly I opened the towel to either side as much as I could without moving her arms. I opened it enough to expose her breasts and upper torso. It wouldn’t take much too fully expose her, but I hesitated. I wanted to do this slowly. Warmth was spreading. Tea over, the commode old lady pleaded urgent business, (which indeed was true) to go out, and earnestly desir'd me to entertain her cousin kindly till she came back, both for my own sake and her's; and then, with a "pray, sir, be very good, be very tender of the sweet child," she went out of the room, leaving me staring, with my mouth open, and unprepared, by the suddenness of her departure, to oppose it.We were now alone; and on that idea a sudden fit of trembling seized me;—— I was so. She was definitely post-pubescent, probably between sixteen and fifty, but its hard-to-tell these days. Her breasts felt almost natural, not genetically-engineered..."Could you please stop feeling me up?" she asked. "Of course, ma'am," I responded, returning to my seat and taking my penis out. I began stroking as she told me her story: "Uh, well ... Detective Rodriguez. Fourteen days ago, my harem of twelve slaves disappeared for over three days. I used the GPS locaters to track them down to.