"So you'd feel better about saying 'yes' to people if you knew they'd get pleasure out of it?" Well sure," said Abbie, still mopping the floor. "I jus... want to help make people happy!" So what if I asked you to ..." he paused, and swallowed nervously. "To ... suck my dick, right here in the break room."Abbie looked up at him. Suddenly Jake regretted it. "Oh my god, Abbie. I'm so so sorry. That obviously crossed a line, seriously crossed a line. I was just trying to think of the most outrageous. By this time I was shaking like mad, I was thinking, what will it taste like, what will happen if I don’t like it, etc. I started by running my tongue over the head of his cock and licking up and down his shaft before eventually sinking it into my drooling mouth. I tried to swallow as much of it as I could but in doing so I nearly gagged so I pulled back a little. It tasted so nice, I can’t put my finger on the smell but I loved it, and the feeling of it on my tongue was immense, I didn’t want. But today wasn't Saturday. It was Thursday and instead of colorful bouquet, the old man carried what appeared to be more than a dozen beautiful red roses.The vision brought smiles to many of the women who noticed him and some had wet eyes of admiration for the devotion the man showed. Today was Valentine's Day and he was going to bring his wife, Evelyn, red roses.A few minutes later, the old man stood proudly and offered the flowers to his wife. As he stood there in front of her, he visualized. He was dark haired, dark eyed and wore glasses; I have always had a thing for men in specs!We went through station after station, moving to let people in and out until we were pressed against each other. I wasn’t complaining, I hadn’t had a cock for a few days and was hornier than ever so the feeling of a nice tight bod against me was nothing to moan about. The train lurched to a halt in a tunnel and my ‘travelling companion’ staggered and grabbed my tits to steady himself. ‘Oh god. I’m sorry’.