Sal slipped a tape into the audio machine and put on the headphones. It was business as usual for her. Bill looked at the papers. His eyes caught the ...itle of the chapter on the top page, ‘Pulling the Train’. It had been Sal’s idea to give a descriptive title to the chapters. “It lets the reader know what is coming,” she explained. It had also been her idea to change his original script about the way the captive girl gets fucked. “It is known colloquially as ‘Pulling a Train,” she had told. Knowing I wasn’t even going back after lunch tomorrow. That night Mike stayed out late, and I actually fell asleep until he came home. I heard his steps up the back stairs but no others. I waited until she slid in behind me. Now I was so sexed up from my day, even though I had whacked off twice and I supposed Mike couldn’t wait either when I felt him stroking my rear and moving in close. It was like he was trying to resist sticking his cock into my bumhole but couldn’t. It was too enjoyable for. Without saying another word he kneels between my legs, unzips my work pants and takes out my dick and balls and starts to play with them. After a few minutes of this he leans over and starts to kiss the head of my dick, slap it against his face and rub and pull on my balls while also letting his fingers caress my taint and butt hole before going to town bobbing up and down on my dick.I was so lost in the thought and feeling of this man sucking my dick and playing with my asshole and taint,. A linen closet. The next was a study. And then in third he cracked open, the one he was confident would be a bathroom- was the girl, sitting on her bed, a Macbook open on her lap. She glanced up, eyebrows raised, her face illuminated by the light of the computer. “ Oh hello. Were you looking for something?” She asked softly. He realized this was the first time he had heard her voice. It was a musical, and crisp sound. “ Well actually I was just looking for a bathroom.” He replied, knowing he.