“I think I don’t got to worry bout you you whore. Fucking like being a little slut don’t you? fucking whore,” with that he spi... in her face as Mark and Max came back. Max had a pair of nipple clamps with a chain between them and a pair without in his hands. Mark had a small flogger with a wooden handle and a bottle of lube. Noticing how wet she was he threw the lube down, he wasn’t going to need it.Max attached the clamps with the chain onto her nipples, on the. The line wasn't too long so he just waited patiently for his turn. He looked around and waited until a teller called out "I can help you." Brian walked over to the teller and asked her to make a few transactions for him. Her name was Pam. She was probably mid 30's or so and very nice looking. She had dark auburn hair and very pretty green eyes. She was sitting on a chair and had on a light green blouse with a couple of buttons open at the top. Brian could also see that she was wearing a skirt. A week went by when it happened. My door bell rang and she was standing onmy front porch. I was stunned and could only mutter a surprised "Hi".She was obviously uncomfortable and said hi back. I gathered my wits and toldher that I still had some candy left but wouldn't mind buying some more. Shetold me she was just here to hang out. Well, I didn't know what to do. I eventually let her in and asked her ifher parents knew she was here. She said her mom didn't, so I made her callmom at work and. A major part of this journey, she travelled by train, a train so crowded, that the personal spaces of the passengers became memories even before the train reached its peak crowd.Of course, all kinds of things happen between consenting and non-consenting adults in crowded trains and this one was no exception.Every day was a day for some woman on the train, but there came along the one day, which was the day for…Hasna… The day she never waited for, but came for her anyway. The memories of the day.