"Go on Annie, show him." Annie bent over presenting her bikini covered arse to my admiring gaze.She started to walk slowly backward towards me, I nerv...usly retreated until I stood with my back to the wall. She continued until her wet arse was touching my shorts, I looked up to see James grinning broadly.Annie stood, pushing herself against me, moving her hips against me, teasing, knowing the effect it would have on me. James smiled and walked towards Annie falling to his knees in front of her.I. When we shot his first scene, he almost blew our guest’s mind...”As he speaks we cut to footage from the first episode of this series, with Tyson fucking that pale racist slut Anita, and her swearing under his high speed pounding, her face twisted into an expression of painful pleasure.“But Beverly insists that she WANTS intensity...” We cut back to our boob-less guest fending off the beast as Luke continues... “And that she has had advice from her doctor that she should be able to handle. I rushed up behind her and pushed her forward onto the dresser. I felt the towel that was wrapped around her hair fall between us. I threw the damp towel to the floor and proceeded to push up the robe while still holding her hands down on the dresser. I was surprised to find that she didn't have any panties on. That was one of the things she loved the most. She really got into it when I would rip her panties off of her. I had her robe lifted up onto her back now and her bare ass was. My heart stopped. I could make out her knee and part of her thigh, they were bare and her skirt was up, the Playgirl was draped open on the seat armrest next to her. Another sound from her drifted back to me. My vivid daydream from moments ago came flooding back to me. That is the sounds I had imagined she was making as I pounded her over the very seat her head was resting on. Surely she had seen me enter the train car; surely she had seen me when she looked around….did she even look around?.