When we got to the ugly Amshack station in Buffalo, I dropped my father and his luggage off at the station entrance, and then found a parking spot in ...he lot of the station. Thankfully, parking was free. It was around 11:25, and I found out that the train was running on time.My father had trouble walking which is why he needed a rather ugly aluminum cane. I was going to have one of the kids at Cheryl’s make him something nicer than that, if I didn’t do it myself. Ugly little thing.The train. ” He pulled me forward and fastened my wrist cuffs to a ring attached in the stone wall, pulling me off balance, stretching me forward. The pressure on my clit was unbelievable and if I moved in any way, it was even worse. The pain was excruciating, but then so was the pleasure. All I could think of was that this was just too strange for words. I could feel a climax climbing, but not peaking. I needed to come. I needed to right now. My body was craving the release. I seemed to me stalled on the. "He'll be fine." said a voice to my front.It was Janet. One of the senior secretaries from the pool who had been assigned to me as she was one of the most experienced women who knew the routine when the going got rough. She was also one of the infamous three who had resisted my charms - not that I had ever really tried it on with her. Janet was mid-forties and had been married for at least twenty years. She was an honest to God trooper and was invaluable when the poop hit the fan. Like right. "Stacey Mchenny!" he shouted knowing she hated her father's name."Don't you dare!" she turned and yelled at him."Why not?" he shrugged. "I mean you already hurt me, so why can't I do do the same?" Hurt you?" she said rushing up to him, tears in her eyes. "I hurt you?" her face shaking with anger."You left!" she shouted. "Off to be a big football star, how did you put it? Oh yeah, you didn't have time for a small town high school, you were off to play with the big boys."Gerald shook his head..