The crowd again forced my body tighter against his and again I apologized to him. And again he just smiled at me and said, "It's not your fault." Duri...g the ride the train was rocking side to side which naturally rubbed our bodies against each other. I began to feel something poking against my abdomen and I wondered what it was. When I looked down I realized it was his dick that was poking me; apparently he had became hard from unintentionally rubbing against me. I looked up to him; his face. So I got a towel and cleaned the worst of the cum off them then put them back in the laundry ,under the towel and went out .When I opened the door Ian was standing ,swaying and said he had been waiting for ages and he was ready to piss himself . My head was spinning with what had happened so I sat at the top of the stairs just thinking and being honest I was nearly exploding in my own pants. About 10 minutes later Ian opened the door and walked past me , I don't think he even noticed me sitting. ” “What did they want you to do?” I asked, knowing fully well she was referring to the video clip. “I’d rather not say.” “What if I said I know what it is?” I said. She stared at me, confused. I continued, “I saw the video clip of you sucking Mangal’s dick.” “What???” she asked, her face ashen. “Yes, I did.” “How…who…where…..how did you see it?” she asked. “Some guys at work were watching it and I happened to walk in.” I said. At this point her face turned completely white and she started. Carol was a striking woman. She had the muscles of a body builder, and the breasts of a Playboy Bunny. Her body had a golden tan, and of course she had no tan lines. Her pussy was neatly trimmed in the shape of an arrow that pointed directly at her clit. All I could think of was that those powerful legs could break my neck. Carol said that I looked just like my Dad. She wasn’t looking at my face. She was looking right at my hardening cock. She reached out, wrapped her fingers around my.