Doris rose up off Tom's face and sat on the couch."Kneel before me slave. You have completed three of the four tests. Are you ready for the final test..."Yes, my Queen.For Doris, the act of a slave licking and sucking her big sweaty feet turned her on both physically and emotionally. The feeling of superiority was part of the excitement of having a slave orally worship her feet. She loved to paint her toes bright red and force them into a slave's mouth and throat."The first thing I want you to do. .. en fait, plutôt un placard un balai. La petite pièce était à peine assez grande pour lui permettre de faire les cents pas. Trois pas dans une direction, et il se cognait contre un mur jauni par le temps. Il se retournait, faisait trois autres pas, et s'arrêtait contre une petite tablette vissée au mur, tablette au-dessus de laquelle on avait accroché un miroir terne et légèrement craquelé. Un tabouret bancal complétait le pathétique ameublement. S'il n'y avait pas eu le nom "Jessica". Corbett about the sexuality of trains... Diary of Arthur CorbettAboard the American-Orient Express9 p.m. Sunday, near SeattleWe glided out of the station just before 6 this evening. John had already left for home when I boarded, a bit flustered by my comments about trains, the poor fellow.I situated my things in my compartment and was just going to sit and rest a bit when the steward came through, ringing the chimes for the evening soiree. Recalling the rules of the journey, I dressed in a. Hell, I was on fire. I squirted several times in his hand, but didn’t care. Nor did I care about other passengers who might have heard us. OMG, I craved for his cock! He noticed that and slowly began to undress. Jesus, what an athletic body. When he also took off his boxer shorts, I saw his huge cock.I grabbed it eagerly with my hand and started to jerk and suck it. He grabbed my hair and started pulling my mouth off and on it, each time sinking it further in. I loved every minute of sucking.