“More, oh God, make me cum,” she said, her hands both intertwined into strands of my hair, keeping my head pressed against her body. She gyrated ...er hips, trying to force my tongue into contact with her clit. I slipped my tongue in between her lips instead, pushing deeper into her pussy. My saliva mixing with her juices, her soft inner labia gave way to my tongue, her opening just in my reach. She cried out, her frail body sensitively responding to every stimuli. I felt the flow of fluid. Like everybody else, I went to the bar to get a really stiff drink and loosen up. Karen waved goodbye to me because she thought I would have more fun if I chose another girl as my partner for the first slave contest. It was not a long time until a beautiful blonde came over and started talking to me. Her name was Samantha and she was dressed in leather hot pants, a T-shirt fishnet stockings and up over the knee black leather boots. She was dressed to kill and to attract guys to be her partner. It duly arrived right on time and I tumbled in the carriage with the help of a nice young man who was the train guard after a fashion of tripping and stumbling with my pull along case and a big bag with all my bits and pieces in for the journey. I found a seat , but it was an isle seat as the window seat was already taken by an elderly man who was reading a well worn paper and very crumpled There seemed to be a lot of young men about all drinking out of cans and shouting to one another. I think. I decided that I should not always exhibit a kind of flirty, lover type of behavior. I should behave as normal SIL at times without showing any excitement. This will prove that I am only flexible during acting.I want to show him that I act professionally without any lust and interest on him. With this decision, I thought to behave very normally this morning until the need arises. So I just very casually gave a gentle smile to him and started my usual household work.I started talking to him in a.