On me,” Amith winked as Kareema laid on the backseat of the car and Anita got on the front, and they drove off.The driver was a special person. His ...ame was Banduka. Anita knew him at a level way more personnel than she should have known a mere taxi driver. Well, because he wasn’t a mere taxi driver, and what was his specialty? You’re about to know.“So, back home?” Banduka asked as he was driving them away. As Anita seemed to be looking outside, in a world of her own, Banduka reached for right. “Gods damn,” I groaned as I pumped into her snatch, my nuts heavy with my cum.“Oh, Master,” she moaned, her head tossing back and forth, her blue hair fanned across the decking. Her tresses were almost the same hue as the decking. “I love you!”“I want to feel that pussy writhing about my dick. I want to feel you going wild!”“Yes, Master,” she purred with this wicked grin on her lips. She squeezed her cunt down on my cock as I plowed to the hilt in her snatch. She held me tight as I pumped to. I squeeze her hand, and I turn and kiss her. A soft kiss that leads to another. Soon we are in a full embrace, not a care in the world.My hand goes to the back of her thigh as we continue. Her skin is so soft. I slide my hand up her thigh and inside the leg of her shorts, and onto her cheek. Its so firm. Rolling over on top of her I take my hand out and begin rubbing her shorts between her legs. I look at her, see the love in her eyes, and I kiss her. We both decide silently that the clothes. I made the travel arrangements. We would take a sleeper train to Chicago. I thought we'd enjoy the nostalgia of a train ride and avoid the hassle of the airports. We got the train at South Station, checked our bags and found our sleep room. It had two pull down bunks, a small bath, and a sitting area. We decided to go to the lounge car. We went to the bar and ordered martinis. The car was relatively full with businessmen and students. Joan was wearing a cotton mini skirt and halter top. We sat.