She was wearing a tight pink shirt that revealed every voluptuous curve. Her jeans showed off her beautiful legs. He could tell his staring was making...her uncomfortable, but he didn’t care. After all, she was his now. He rose up and started informing her of her situation. “My name is Coud and as you can see, I’m not of your race. I come from a different world, where I have finally reached the age allowing me to own slaves. I believe you know what a sex slave is. My race has been taking humans. That’s good. Now place your foot here.’ He opened one loop of the cord and she stepped into it. ‘Now place your other foot here.’ She stepped into the other one. ‘Now lift your skirt please.’ She hesitated. ‘What is this weirdness?’ ‘Trust me. I think this is something you will like.’ She raised the raspberry fabric just below her mons. ‘Higher, please. To your waist.’ He gently lifted the two cords up her legs until they looped like an almost invisible thong around her buttocks. He carefully. She can’t really deep throat, but she is very good with her tongue. She grips the base of my cock with her hand and starts to work it up and down in tandem with her mouth. Fuck it feels good. I stare around the carriage and look out the windows at the passing countryside. Jess keeps going even when we pull into a station and the doors open. No one gets on here. It’s a good thing too because it’s pretty obvious that my girlfriend’s head is bobbing up and down on my cock. I reach into her open. The pantyhose were not there. “Oh, someone took them, someone wanted them” I thought. I admit I was a little disappointed they weren’t there. Just to be sure the pantyhose were really gone I quickly peeked in the wastebasket. They were not in the can. As a result of the pent-up sexual anxiety I need to take a leak bad. Just as I neared the urinals I saw the pantyhose. Someone had pulled the panty over the top pipe and handle of a urinal and d****d the stockings to hang down in front of the.