But John had been to "The City", as locals called it, many times, and knew this was par for the course here."Detroit. Parlour car service?" John asked... knowing that to show warmth in this situation would merely confuse the ticket agent, and show him out to not fit in.John had been expecting this. What he hadn't been expecting was what came next."This is your lucky day," the agent smiled, visibly perking up when he realized John was not just a commuter riding one of Penn Central's commuter. Naked, she coats her body in lube and pulls on her catsuit. I walk to the window to tighten her corset. Once taut, I ease down her crotch zip and slip a finger inside her. A soft moan; she’s ready. As I dress, I instruct her to sit on the sofa in front of the large television. When ready I join her and press a button on the remote. She is well aware of my liking for watching porn as a prelude to sex. It is a sounding board; her reactions are a means of teasing out those guilty dark fantasies. That might come later and would cost me extra. But the cupping, having my cunt lips fondled was fantastic. I may have even had an orgasm. It relieved some of my tension and allowed me to experience the next twenty minutes without the frustration becoming unbearable. I learned that anywhere he touched me felt like a jolt inside my crotch. Elsewhere also. At one point he was squeezing my feet. "Have you ever enjoyed anal sex? It feels something like this." He pressed a spot in the sole. When she came down from her high she pulled my head up to hers and gave me a big sloppy French kiss. Her tongue was so far in my mouth it almost triggered a gag reflex. “So, Tommy, have you ever had sex?” I answered no, not wanting to explain who I had sex with.“It’s not a safe time for me, so if I let you fuck me you have to promise to pull out.” I wasn’t really certain what that meant, but I faithfully promised I would. I pushed my dick balls deep into Belinda’s wet hole. It was hot but.