" I caught the glint in her eyes, "coffee and more, so much more."I needed no second invitation, so after slipping the sketch pad into my satchel and ...astening the buckles I followed her through a door behind the counter and into the office.The room was quite large, a big window on the far side let in light and through it was a small yard and the back of the next row of shops. Chris's desk blocked part of the view, her chair on the far side so she faced into the room, her back to the window,. In our on-line conversations with Tom, I’d filled him in on my wife’s likes and dislikes and he was soon to experience one of her favourite likes!!!I could see my wife smiling at the amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip of Tom’s cock and knew what was coming next. My wife is one of the few women I’ve ever known that actually enjoys sucking a cock and soon her lips were covering his knob and I could see her tongue moving inside her mouth as it worked over it. I heard her groan softly as she. As the train accelerated I felt her body against mine and as it slowed she gently moved away. I considered the situation. Perhaps she was no observer of the typically English social rule; that whilst a confined space means we can't have as much personal space as we'd like (miles), we should avoid touching at almost all costs. Either way, I could sense that the feeling of her firm arse on my crotch was making me hard. I bit my cheek to take my mind off the sexual charge. But my desire was. "Who's pussy is this?" Yours my lord.”“That’s right whore, it’s my pussy. A dirty slut like you craves cock 24/7, huh?”“Yes my lord.”“Say it. Say you’re a dirty cum sleeve!”“I’m a dirty cum sleeve, my lord.”“Jake can’t pound this pussy like I can, huh slut?”“No my lord." Jake's one of what? 500 guys you fucked!" Yes my lord." Stupid slut. You're probably thinking about fucking other guys while I pound this pussy." No my lord." Why's that slut?" Because your dick is the best." WHY!?!" Because.