"Would you believe that my sister orders things out of this catalog? That she even owns some of these very panties?" I tried to picture Michelle wea...ing them as I looked again at the girls on the page. My penis by now had grown so much that it was almost sticking out from the bottom of the tennis shorts I was wearing. I said, "How do you know that? Did she tell you or do you just go snooping around her room?" "Well, the answer is yes to both questions. I know she orders stuff from there. Bill got behind me at the bottom of the bed and he began lightly to finger my pussy as Frank slurped away at me ... He pushed one, then two, then three fingers up my sopping gash ... I moaned at the delight of the penetration and from the lovely fanny licking I was getting from Frank..."Oh fucking hell, go on Bill get as many fingers up me as you can" I urged him on, in-between gobbling on Franks sloppy, wet and throbbing prick..."I will stuff you alright, you dirty fucking cunt" was his filthy. The next stop was in about ten minutes and I told myself I could stand it that long. Then, of all the freaking luck, the train STOPPED between stations for about 5 minutes. You’d think maybe this slimy creep would stop without the movement of the car giving him cover, but he actually became more aggressive, brazenly thrusting way up in between my cheeks. I was so shocked and paralyzed with fear, I could hardly breathe. And then the most horrible part. The vile piece of shit leans in and. "As Darrell walked over to the office door he could feel his knob rubbingagainst the silkiness of his knickers and he hoped that in his excitementhe wouldn't cream them again. Not just yet.He looked into the corridor to see if anyone had overheard him. Satisfiedthat no one was around, he closed the door and resumed his seat. Theerotic pleasure of his knob rubbing against the silkiness as he walked,was electrifying."Diana here, Mistress." Darrell tells me you are dressed. Like to tell me what.