“You’ve seen them before honey.”“No, not like this.”“It’s like playing peeping Tom on my own wife.”“Oh my God it's incredible.”The...waiter brought our food to the table. His arm brushed against my breast as he set my plate in front of me. He then smiled at me letting me know that it was on purpose not by any accident. As dinner went on my exhibitionist side started to take over. I sat up as straight as possible sticking my chest out.I tingled all over as men walked by staring, my nipples hurt. When I explained to Margie that her old family home needed to be re-plumbed and rewired from scratch, she was not a happy woman. The hundred-year-old place was probably in need of a total restoration and that meant she had to make a decision about whether she wanted to keep it or sell it."Well shit!" she hissed. "I want to keep it of course but what the hell are Davey and I supposed to do while all that's going on?"I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. "You're supposed to move. I don’t know how to get off.”“Why can’t you get off the train?”“It just feels wrong.”Tricia sat down next to her sister. “How long have you been here?”She shrugged. “I have no idea. Hours? Days? Weeks? Time doesn’t mean anything anymore.” The train started to slow down. “Is this yours?”“My what?”“You would know. Oh, god ... another one. They come in waves now.”“What comes is waves?” Tricia asked, but the train entered a new underground station, and slowed gradually to a full stop.BING-BONG. "Open up wide. And you're not to miss a drop." I nodded, with him full inside my mouth. "Do you understand?" He growled the words. His hand slapping at my tits. I gasped around his cock in surprise. But nodded again. He hit the back of my throat and held still, I gagged around him. He pulled back and I breathed in, my hold tightened over the cage's frame. His hand came down to slap at my tits again, he caught my left nipple in a pinch and held it. Twisting it. My balance writhed in his hold. I.