I typed a long letter back, giving my sympathy to her other stuff before focusing on Dad. I made sure she knew to call me if anything was turning back...into the way it was, that I’d speed all the way back to help her, and to try and hide Dad’s stash. When I closed the laptop, I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment to gather my thoughts. ‘Everything okay, Jam’s?’ I looked up at Tom who was now sitting on the floor against his bed and staring at me with some concern. I just smiled and nodded.. Even if he had, by the time the train hit, the rear cars wouldn’t even be braking yet.Bob caught a glimpse of the very flashy pickup truck, recognizing it as a late model Ford F-250 Lariat, as it came directly into the train’s headlamp. It finally snapped him out of his terrified trance, and he dumped the air. He braced himself for the jolt he knew was going to come, surprised as it happened that it was much heavier then he expected.Practically corresponding with the hiss from the train dumping. She rubbed against his thigh, reminding her in a big way of another ride. She so needed to come. The elevator door dinged, and as it opened, he turned the vibe off. Her ass missed it.He led her to their door, then opened it. He let her in first. It was big. Decorated in a modern but still warm style, perhaps a bit too modern for her. On the far side was a wall of glass, and a big balcony beyond that. She walked to it, took in the view—it was very pretty, even at night, the marina below. I was worried about falling over but kept trying to catch up to Andre."Look at the little slut Andre, she's crawling on her knees because she is desperate to get your cock in that pretty mouth of hers." I felt totally debased.What Ingrid said was true. I was an eager slut. There's pretty well no other way to describe a woman who agrees, at 8 in the morning no less, to be tied up, presented naked to a strange man and then crawls around after him to give him a blow job. The ropes had done their.