Catch the train to Britomart station." Appears on the screen "Yes Master " she replies. Now standing at the Henderson train station on a bright warm s...nny day in a bright yellow PVC raincoat looking like a sex worker. A group of older men leer at her long legs and her bare ass cheeks framed by her underwear as she bends over at the waist to supposedly adjust the strap on her jimmy choos.The train arrives. As she boards the train the men follow her on to the carriage and sit near her. They talk. ”“You make it sound like you’re a bit of a Lothario,” she laughed, “how old are these women?”“It varies,” Paul replied, “usually thirty five plus but sometimes quite a bit older.”“You make it sound like it’s a regular thing,” she said.“It is,” he replied, “there’s usually a group of oldies having a girls night out most weekends, they love it if a young guy pays them a bit of attention.”“You mean you just get picked up and they take you home?”“Sometimes,” he replied, “but very often they are. He smiled and replied that “whatever your wish”. I stopped near restaurant and went out from my car with the key inside car (trust). I bought two plates of chicken Briyani parcel and returned. I opened the door and surprised to see him in the front seat. I have the bag to him and started the car and drove it inside my guest house and parked. I don’t had a conversation with him. I asked him to follow me and we both enters and I washed my hands and come. He asked me where is bathroom and went to. Uhh... they... are so... big... and... uhh... soft..." Seconds later, he shot his spunk over my skirt. I wasn't best pleased but he apologised for the mess and immediately wiped it off, there was little trace of it when I turned my skirt around to the front. In the toilet, I sponged the rest of it off making sure there would be no stain when it dried. I didn't want a white stain on my arse for all to see as I travelled home on the train.By the Friday, my pussy was back to normal, no soreness.