The stranger squeezed my firm ass cheek. He moved his hand over my skirt, edging the outline of my panties & the straps of my garter belt. My cunt was...getting hot & moist. His hand drifted lower as the train pulled into a station. He followed my garter strap down to the tops of my stockings. He squeezed my leg. The train pulled out of the station. I felt the back of my skirt rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded subway. I felt the cream. When I glanced up I noticed everyone looking at me, even Cate, who previously hadn't wanted to make eye contact, so I started reading the article out loud."It's an article from this morning's local Times-Picayune newspaper entitled 'Angel Seen in New Orleans.'" There was a collective gasp when everyone heard the title, but I just continued, wanting to get through this as quickly as I could."There's been a lot of strange talk about town the last few days, and it has to do with an Angel visiting. Hell, I didn’t care either way. We talked and laughed with each other. We told some jokes and some riddles. We even told some nasty ones too. We’re pretty comfortable with each other and can say just about anything. Jordan doesn’t really join in during the conversation if it’s sex-related or something obscene but she does laugh or say something occasionally.As embarrassing as it might be, I’ll admit it, I tried to make some moves on Jordan during the ride. My first attempt was a bit too fast. "**************************************That evening Jay, dressed as Janine the maid finished cleaning afterdinner and we adjourned to the library for wine and cheese."Numbskull! Some guy at work covets me and wants to be sucked off.You are going to do it for him!" Like hell I am!" What!" I'm sorry, I meant Miss Wilson, please I'd rather not do that." Janine, I found you dressed and chained. It's obvious that you have abondage fetish and a submissive character. Even though you say 'likehell I.