There must be a hundred strangers standing in twenty square meters of carriage, pressed more closely than is comfortable with loved ones but none make...eye contact or speak. A change in the electric hum of the motors heralded an approaching station and the throng around her bustled with mumbled 'excuse me' and 'thankyous' as people shuffled for position near the door. She found herself pushed more centrally and spying a free leather strap she grabbed it more for security than for need. The doors. Mary looked up, her chin wet with her mother's juices and she smiled. Sheri told her to hang on a minute and left to go to her room. Madeline wasn't sure what was going to happen next but she was happy that it wasn't ending yet. When she came back she had a strap on in her hand. Madeline had the urge to ask her where the hell she had gotten that from but didn't want to spoil anything. She watched as Sheri put it on and then trade places with Mary. She came in between her mother's legs and. He asked me what my answer is. I asked him what I would have to do? He answered "anything I want you to do". I could feel myself starting to cry, tears were coming down my face and I said, OK. He said that ok wasn't good enough, I asked him what he wanted me to say. He said tell me you want to be my bitch, tell me you want my cock, tell me you will do whatever I want. I repeated what he wanted me to say, in front of his 4 friends and they laughed at me. He brought me back to his room where he. ’ Of course. You’re still in your underwear. You take the cloak and wrap it around yourself. The knight turns back to find you covered and you see her visibly relax. There’s still the ghost of a blush on her face, though. On one who just routed brigands without breaking a sweat it’s as charming as it is unexpected. She lifts her eyes from where she’s been looking at the crescent silver clasp in her hand. You jerk your eyes away, worried that she’ll catch you staring at her again and look around.