“She is naked beneath that dress,” Rona announced.“How do you know?” I replied taking an even closer interest in the cello player.“I know,�... was all that Rona said. I looked into her eyes, they were blazing with passion. She said no more, but then I felt her hand on my lap and very discreetly beneath the table cloth she unzipped my fly.Rona fished out my cock which was already showing signs of arousal and began to stroke me. The people either side of us couldn’t see anything and those behind us. Make the most of it. I don't want to hear anything more about you, other than positive reports from your Probation Officer. This Court is in recess until 1 o'clock."Great. Wonderful. I'm going to spend three hundred hours, or almost thirty-eight eight-hour days, cooking half spoiled food in some cockroach-infested hellhole of a kitchen, and serving it to starving toothless winos, all because I had been stupid enough to think I was in love with Marcy. Wait, that's not true. I really had been in. Dankrijg ik natuurlijk helemaal geen kans om mij om te kleden. In de spitszitten er altijd wel mensen in het halletje van de trein. Op hetstation zelf is ook moeilijk met die gescheiden dames en heren-WC's.Nee, dat wordt niets. Hooguit kan ik met de auto gaan en mij ergens opeen stil plekje omkleden. Maar kom. Misschien wil zij mij helemaal niethebben.Nu pas schiet het mij te binnen dat ik helemaal niet weer hoe ze heet.Vreemd dat zij niets heeft gezegd.Eer ik thuis ben is het al vrij laat.. Kay-Kay dismounts my thigh.She turns and backs her shiny latex ass to my wet mess of black boxer briefs. She rests her hips and buttocks at my balls and flounces the patent leather skirt up over my cock. My lap is a sea of shiny black, my hard cock hidden. Then she starts to pull her latex ass up the shaft of my cock, her hands on my thighs to steady herself, the latex grabbing and pulling and my hard cock pressing into the rubber. I groan and try desperately not to cum in front of these girls..