“It’s okay, you can push me down if you want,” she assured him. “You want to feel the inside of my throat, right?”“Your mouth feels good e...ough,” he disagreed. “You shouldn’t try going too deep. You’ll choke yourself or gag and throw up.”“Throwing up hurts a lot,” she agreed. “It makes my throat slimy though.” Jason’s eyebrow twitched as he listened to her. “You want to see it, don’t you,” she accused him coyly. “You want to see this little girl puke her brains out because of your large. I sat on the edge of the dais and looked at the mess Kate had made of her drawings. Why? Why?“Who told you your paintings weren’t good enough?” I demanded, holding up a sketch of the Trips that I especially liked. It had been torn diagonally through all three of them. “Who made you do this to these treasures?” I was sure this hadn’t been Kate’s idea. Someone had to have been tearing her down. Kate’s sobs were dying to hiccups. I barely heard the one word she spoke.“Neil.”“That worthless piece. “Well, I’d really like to see how you look sitting at mine.” I reach out my hand and take his, leading him over to the piano bench, pulling it out just slightly from the keyboard. Standing in front of him, I look into his eyes and kiss him as I pull off his jeans and boxers. His cock is semi-hard right now, but I know it won’t take long to get to full attention once I start with him. With my hands on his shoulders, I push him onto the bench and swiftly bind his hands behind his back with one. As she was finishing her shower, she heard the KACHISSSSSS of the brakes dumping; not knowing what the sound was, she wasn’t even bracing for the train slowing down. The sudden deceleration threw her against the front wall of the shower; the next few moments were foggy, but she got a sense of being thrown around, and then she was out to the world.She had a few moments of fuzzy awareness. She remembered somebody taking her out of the shower and wrapping her up. She remembered a few moments being.