”“All right, all right. You certainly fooled me,” I smiled as I stretched up to put my battered brown leather briefcase into the overhead luggag... rack.“Would you mind?” she asked, holding up her valise.I shook my head, and swung the bag up using the handles, it was very light. As I was doing so, I heard the guard’s whistle again and almost immediately the train lurched forward, pushing me away from the rack. I just hung onto the luggage rack until the motion evened out before taking my seat. I. Even withoutmake up the face was distinctly feminine, arched brows, a thinness thathighlighted delicate cheek bones, blushed naturally by his ownembarrassment. His hair dyed a shade of dark blonde was loose andcaressed his bare pale shoulders.He looked away and fiddled rather frustratingly with long painted nailsto retrieve a little notebook secreted behind a drawer labelled by hisown hand as "Missy's Lipsticks."He opened up the little notebook, and scrabbled in the drawer labelled"Missy's Eye. He spotted it and laughed. He placed his smelly finger on my lip, wiped it up and then shoved his finger in my mouth against the inside of my cheek. Waste not, want not you little cum rag. He and Steven were chuckling like a couple of teenage boys over their triumph. Steven was still on the left side of the bed and I could hear something clinking and jingling close by. When Carl was on his feet and examining Ted in the chair, Steven held up some little chains for me to see. He swung them back. Before all that, I know I asked you for a ride home. Everything else that has happened sort of happened. What I would like you to do is inject a couple of shots of the Yukon into my ass hole." Molly reached underneath the cushions on her couch and pulled out a blue squirt bottle and some KY lube. As she handed me the bottle she got on her knees and laid across the couch with her butt in the air. I filled the bottle with a shot of Yukon Jack and rubbed some of the KY jelly on the tip. That.