"Come in," she said in a loud voice and her breath struck my nostrils like a cloud of sewer gas. If I were a true breather I would have choked. She le... me up two flights of stairs to the top-most room. On the first floor a couple were leaving, carrying their belongings. It was obvious that there was bad blood between them and the landlady. They glared at each other as they passed.The room was what I needed. It was air-conditioned and I could see a hole in the wall for a telephone jack. The room. I had booked my seat, but some guy was sitting there when I got on. He refused to move, saying that he had paid for his ticket and that guaranteed a seat. Eventually the ticket inspector came along and asked him to move. "Or else, Sir, I shall have to ask the railway police to remove you from the train." The man remained obdurate. The ticket inspector then asked me for my ticket and proclaimed loudly enough for the occupant of my seat to hear that he was upgrading my ticket to first class. The. What greeted her reminded her of a medieval torture chamber, only this one was for her. There were benches, racks, hooks, ropes and chains all over the place, and on shelves she could see all manner of objects which filled her with terror, much of which seemed to be sports equipment, only modified. She looked down and saw her tracksuit bottoms had been removed, and began to realise what was happening. Just as the awful nature of her situation hit her she saw a man walking down the stairs. . I chanced a look at our hips and saw leather panties and fishnet stockings. I noticed she was wearing a tight satin choker with a small star."Somethings happening to you, Lex," I tried to reason with her, trying to ignore how hot she was becoming, and how hot it was feeling her grind into me. "Your clothes changed, you changed."Alexa whipped her hair and dropped down to me, inches from my face, "Still wanna fuck me?" Fuck her voice was so deep and sensual. I felt her leg, debating my options. I.