Attention to detail just went with that, or you just weren’t effective for very long — which meant that you were a liability to those who had trai...ed and were paying you. Liabilities were not allowed. The campus at the university would be buzzing in a day or so, she thought, but that was alright. She didn’t attend any classes there, though her sister had. The place had a reputation for the frequent assaults on female students and for one reason or another, nothing much was ever done about it,. All other heads were shaking and vibrating in time with the movement of the train, but the two of them, up the end of the carriage, were moving to a different rhythm. A rhythm which their faces must surely give away. A rhythm that had intercourse as guide. She squeezed her eyes closed and let herself be rocked back and forth.Why didn’t she stop what was happening? Why couldn’t she stop pumping juice and emotions hard into his hand. She felt like a pony, riding the hand as if it were offering. He withdrew his fingers and immediately replaced them with his cock, pushing his entire shaft into Lindsey’s desperate pussy in one motion. She squealed with delight as she brought her hips up slightly to feel him deeper inside of her. Professor Lawton plunged into her slowly but forcefully. Each thrust elicited an excited squeal from Lindsey.“Yes, yes, yes, I’m coming! I’m coming!” Lindsey cried out. Professor Lawton felt his cock swelling inside of her as he released his warm cum into her. I didn't put on any panties, nervous that even a thong would leave panty-lines in my extra skimpy dress."Well don't you look gorgeous." Chris winked at me, grabbing me by the waist and kissing my forehead."Well you don't look bad yourself," I said, with another flirtatious wink back.Chris was 6'2, and very broad. He had short, light brown hair, with blue/green eyes and the body of a god. He was wearing a black button up with his sleeves rolled up, black jeans and black shoes. His tattoos showed.