"I'm not Jonathon tonight, you're not Ann. No games. No practice dummy. We are who we are. OK?" I tried to smile down at her as her face lit up. She b...rrowed her face back into my chest and she convulsed a few times. "Anna? You ok?" Yes. Sorry." She looked up again, tears in her eyes. "It's been a helluva week. I'm a little sensitive. Sorry" Don't worry about it. You're ok." I am." She heaved a big sigh. "I really am. Thank fucking god."I kissed the top of her head, and felt her grab me harder.. She was feeling cold, I could make out. But she gave me her shawl to protect me from cold. She was feeling sleepy also her head leaning over a shoulder of our fellow commuter the train friend.And a time came when she fell asleep, resting her head on his shoulder. That intuitively, I sense that this middle age man might try on her tonight. By then it was past 10.30, and all lights went away, excepting a few blue dim lights, that now pervading a cosy soft nocturnal darkness all around, dark yet. She looked at them, wondered if she could actually use that. She picked up one and ran her hand over it. “You are big than that loser Arthur” she said and chuckled. She ran it over her already puffy pussy lips. “Ooh” she cried. Again looking at the piece of fruit she licked it. “You taste better than Arthur too” she said and laughed. Lying on the bed she began to again rub it against her pussy and then, with a gasp, she inserted the first couple of inches. “Come on darling, fuck me” she moaned. He was confused by my spontaneous behavior. He asked me what the occasion was. I told him, as calmly as I could, about my promotion. He was dumbfounded. Ken looked at me and said, "It's your tits. John was hypnotized by your tits. He's in a trance. Do you think he expects anything in return? Do you think he expects you to be his play toy? Is he going to be calling you into his office so he can fondle your tits at work?"I had not considered that angle. I looked at Ken and replied, "I don't.