Then repeated to the other breast. I then ran my lips down her belly. I stopped at her belly button, because I have a little fetish for that. I ran ci...cles around it and dipped my tongue in her button for a while. She was clasping my hair and the sounds she was making definately encourage me further. I went down further, to her honeyed nest. First, kissing her pussy, then running my tongue up and down her seam. She really liked that! Her hands pulled on my hair as she pushed my face into her. He must have seen the dismay on her face when he looked up, because the bewilderment returned. “What’s wrong? Do you want to be on top?” “I just…I want you to fuck me.” She closed her eyes as she said it, embarrassment intensifying. She sounded like a whore. No, not even a whore. Whores are paid for their services. They get fucked, but only because their John wants to fuck them. Their own wants are irrelevant. She sounded like a slut. A slut lying in bed, telling the guy to hurry up and. Monday came around. Sally was feeling defiant—and why not to some­thing she did not understand and could not, in any case, possibly be real? Her bra and panties were definitely on, as she was sure they had been on Friday with a blue blouse and a jacket. It was an uneventful journey despite her initial worry when she had got on, all the way until the station when the other train joined. She had heard the usual announcement, ‘Ladies and gentlemen an attachment is about to be made. Please stand. Alicia then sucks as much of each heavy testicle into her mouth, using her tongue to wash it completely before resuming her task. She then opens her full lips and slowly sinks down to accept the entire shaft down her throat, all the way back to the saliva-slick balls. She slowly withdraws her lips teasingly to the head of the cock, only to begin a steady, rhythmic ‘mouth-fucking’ of the angry-looking purple cock pulsing and protruding from her hand. She gently kneads my wet balls all the while.