. you know? ... pictures; and threatening to expose my 'slutty ways.' But the deeper I got into the habit of following, the more THEY became my master.... By the third week, I was a slave ... a real, no shit sex slave! I had to ask permission for everything! Even going to the bathroom! I was turned on constantly! I had to start bringing two extra pairs of undies every day because I soaked them through so often! I know it was wrong, but I couldn't have BEEN any happier!" So ... you just have sex. I looked up to see her mouth wide open. Her eyes were closed. Her ass was completely naked, just her black thong keeping her from being full exposed. I quickly looked around. None of the Japanese businessmen were looking at her or my hands touching her big ass. I slapped her big ass from the sides. She moaned for the first time. I then could feel the train slowing down. Was she going to try to leave now. Had my plan failed???“Beep! Beep!” The doors to the train opened. None of the people in the. As seen before I was mesmerized by a thin crop of hair unshaven and it instantly turned me on. She sat next to me but soon moved towards the end of the sofa crossing her fully waxed dusky legs.We started talking random stuff but my mind couldn’t focus on the talk. I was thinking about her armpits. As if she read my mind, she started to play with hair exposing her hairy armpit. I had read about body language cues of women and I was sure she wanted sex with me.She took back the cup from me. My. I love the sight of a trail of clothes leading from the front door up the stairs. It speaks of people incapable of waiting, impatient to fuck each other. Smiling broadly, but with a hint of worry in the back of my mind about whether Lisa would appreciate her gift, I pulled my t-shirt up and off. Lisa ran her hand down my bare chest, before I pulled her towards me, crushing her tits against me, and we kissed, hard and passionately. "Come with me," I said, holding out my hand, which she took, and.