She chose a seat in the middle, as the safest option. As soon as she was seated, the "train" moved off, slowly accelerating as it approached one wall ...f the compartment.Thankfully a tunnel opened in front, and her train entered, still accelerating. She gripped the handles on either side of her seat, hanging on in renewed fear. Fortunately the speed lessened off to a manageable rush, but she was astonished at how long it took the little transport machine to get to wherever it was going: the. She wavered in uncertainty, as though she was tempted to run for the door before she settled back onto her stool."Okay then. How much?" How much for what?" Oh come on honey. Cut the crap. We both know what you are. How much?" Well," her voice was scornful. "If we both know what I am, I at least think you should take off your wedding band before you start picking up any girl in a bar." Why? Are you married?"She snorted "What gives you an idea like that?" The pale skin at the base of your ring. What are you doing here? I thought Jenny and you were going out?" Stacy said."After school stuff held her up." I replied.Stacy made an, "Oh." Face in response.It was how she did it that caught my attention: Stacy was hiding something. Unlike her daughter Stacy is a very poor liar and has no poker face whatsoever. If she thinks something you see it if not on her face than somewhere else in one of her actions.In this case I saw several indicators that something was wrong from her breaking eye. I slid out of her eager mouth, grabbed her by the hair, and began to lift her to her feet as I moved her towards the dresser and the mirror on the wall behind it. I stood her in front of the mirror and turned her face so that she was looking at herself."Look at your Master's cum splashed all over your face, slave. This is what your purpose is now ... a place for me to dump my cum", I whispered into her ear.Pushing on her back, I bent her over the dresser so that she was bent at the waist, yet.