She was a guest at my parent's new year's eve party - a party that I had attended until just after midnight when I headed off to bed. My parents and s...me of their guests were kicking on, and planning to head to a night club to the very wee hours of the morning. I had thought that Lana was going with them.I had paid her attention during the party, mainly because of her dress. It was a halter neck style with a plunging neckline that just covered her very ample round tits. I had been perving all. Essence is life, produced by life, and I am not alive. No heartbeat. No vitriol raging round my system bringing vitality to my extremities. With so little I am grey and clammy, my movements stiff. The thirst rises up and urges me to snatch back the wrist as it is withdrawn, I fight it down. Now isn't the time to lose control. I grasp the edge of my prison and lever myself upright.It is a very different group of cultists that surrounds me now. Black robes, cheaply-dyed wool. Hoods raised. No. However, she didn't look like a prude. She was smiling at him in a come and eat me way and he could see the frilly lace on the top of her bra. He liked sexy underwear on a woman."You look bored, Deana, like maybe you need to go for a walk," he persisted. Something told him that little Deana was available in spite of advice to the contrary."I'm on duty, Cliff," Deana hissed."Aw, let the fat, old bag handle it. I've noticed she doesn't mind letting you do all the work."Deana took a deep drag on. It was only then that I noticed that her own breathing was getting a little deeper, and she hadn't had to run for the train. Was she getting turned on? I'm ashamed to say that the very thought of this attractive woman getting turned on by being pressed up tight to me had exactly the same effect on me. I could feel my cock start to swell, and it started to press hard against the front of my suit trousers. It was then that a particularly violent lurch of the train sent us falling into each other.