Sure enough, within the hour I am led out onto a stage where a room fullof unknown people begins to bid on my services as their personal sexslave. My ...ock strains against my panties as I am tied tightly to a crossand left there while a man questions me about my innermost desires. WouldI like to be turned into a sissy-slut? Do I hope to be pierced, tatooedand branded? How many men would I like to service on any given night?Would I enjoy being hypnotized, or humiliated in public. Would I wish. Soon the train reached a station and with people boarding and getting off she was pushed from behind and ended up pressing her body against me. This was the first time I felt her body and that gave me an instant hard on. I looked at her face and I could sense that she also was feeling the same. Her eyes were kind of closed and her face was turning red for the next hour or so till our station reached we were enjoying the situation. Neither of us was talking but both of us were enjoying the. So I stayed late, and got to thinking, ‘Why not do some research. Why not look up this Robert Schuster?’ I did, and found out a few things. He did work for a publishing company, Harper-Collins. He had an office at their New York headquarters, but he traveled promoting selected works in targeted markets. I couldn’t find too much more, except information where I could get in touch with him. I didn’t think I needed to bother with that. I’d found out he was a real person, and he’d represented. That means I will stroke your cock up and down 50 times. After this you’re on your own, if you come or not it is your own problem. Do you like this idea Sir?”“Umm, I am afraid you gave me an offer I can’t refuse Tina.”“Ok then. Please follow me in the back room Sir.”Saying this, she took my hand and led me in the room behind the counter. Without any hesitation she pulled down my shorts, took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it. “One, two three,...” she was counting. I was so turned on,.