There stood two piles of plates, each one like a skyscraper. Throwing on an apron which was hanging there, I grabbed the pre-rinse spray. I was washin... plates until three in the afternoon. I had prune fingers, from having my hands in the water all day. My arms and shoulders were aching from scrubbing.“Pretty hard work, when you’re not used to it.” Jennifer stood there, with a clean hand towel in her hand. “Go in the back and wash up, we’re going to go for a little drive. Lillian and Randolph. I rub it as it swells and gets stiffer in anticipation. The door opens and you walk in. I stand up quickly. My cock throbs with anticipation as I wait for you to tell me what to do next.You command me to take my clothes off and I obey. I throw my shirt off and then unzip pants and let them fall to the floor. I then slowly slip off my briefs exposing my large, hard cock to you. I now stand here, completely naked and totally exposed before you.You tell me to get on my knees and I obey. You take. The lady had turned around to face the onslaught and was pushed tight, arse against my crotch. Calm down, I thought, you have forty-five minutes before you have to get off. As the train swayed and bounced I was being pushed up against the lady. Horror dawned on me. My cock was responding. This was simply not done and I was expecting a slap or a scream. However, to my surprise I swore I felt her push back. I checked it by pulling away as much as the train wall would let me, but no, that bum. I ran for the car, but I knew I wasn't going to make it.By the time I unlocked the door and wrenched it open, I was soaked. My shirt was sticking to my skin, and I had to wipe my glasses to see enough to back my car out of the park, muttering darkly about the unfairness of it all. Perhaps, just perhaps, someone was listening.I made it two whole blocks before I was out of sync with the traffic flow. Pulling up to the red light, in the lane closest to the kerb, I added some expletives to the.