The walkway was well lit. Most likely an insurance requirement.No matter what the reason the Lieca lens on the expensive camera made an excellent pict...re of him opening the door for her. It also made a very recognizable shot of Hal following her inside. It was the money shot, so I drove home.The next morning I caught Betty Forest at ‘That Hair Salon’ in a busy shopping center. It was where she worked. She and her partner made a good living there, I thought. Still I honored my cut rate. I started cutting when I was twelve because of the amount of pain I saw my mom in. I could never do anything right. I was always doing something wrong in her eyes, even when I was doing everything right. I got into fights constantly and developed a reputation as someone who was distant and not to be messed with. Never once did my mom ask why I had been in the fights or why I did what I did. I did everything I did for her. I never got into fights over petty things, but when someone made a pass. "He plunged in to my hungry asshole and I took him to the hilt, feeling his thick head push up inside my bowels -- I was his -- not escaping this fact. There is nothing i have felt as deeply satisfying as that -- just taking his manhood deep inside and shivering with excitement as he began to thrust away. I could tell he was making love to me as he looked in my eyes and kissed me deeply. I can only imagine what my makeup looked like at that moment! I knew he needed to cum, to explode -- I. The train slowed down, they got up, and she cheekily waved to her admirer, blowing him a kiss, to show no harm done.Meanwhile I slept, unawares I had been spotted, as the wanker came into my carriage and sat in the seat opposite my prostate body, he looked around and smiled, we were alone and my skirt failed to hide the fact I was in stockings, as it had ridden-up my thighs as I had slid down the seat, to settle a few inches from my knicker line and as the doors hissed, and closed, he was.