Like I said life sucks big time. On my journey home on the train I was pondering my next move. It was a toss up between going home and spending the ne...t couple of days wallowing in self pity with the help of copious quantities of booze. This didn’t excite me all that much because, from experience hangovers were self inflicted pain and I had a low threshold for self inflicted pain, and going somewhere that I could find an obliging man and get myself well and truly fucked, after all it had been. His hands ran down my legs and my thighs, and behind my knees. He moaned the whole time, like he was thoroughly enjoying having my penis in his mouth. All this time he still had his clothes on but had opened his shirt. He had told me he enjoyed nipple play, so I reached down and rolled his nipples between my thumb and fingers. I pulled on them, stretching them, then gripped them both hard and pulled. That made him moan all the more. I’m not sure what he was doing right then with his mouth, but. His knuckles were painfully white around the steering wheel and I had to admit I was rather afraid to ask him anything, so my stupid mind was free to create gruesome after gruesome scenario. I, too, stared ahead, and I imagined all the ways this strange man would be destroying me once we reached wherever our destination was. Yet… I didn't really, truly, feel threatened? He hadn’t yelled at me, really. Just rushed me. He definitely hadn’t touched my curves or made me touch his crotch, the way. She wears a pair of yoga pants and sports bra. She has an average bust and a rock hard belly that is clearly seen. Regina hugs the woman back when the woman throws her arms around her.The room has four men sitting around with weapons within reach. Regina doesn’t know how many more there are, but knowing the woman, there are most likely many more.“I’ve been busy, Katia,” she says when the embrace is over.“I can imagine,” Katia remarks. “You didn’t find someone else to purchase goods from, did.