At one point, she stood at the back of the class, behind everyone so they could not see her. She opened her robe, exposing her pussy and breasts to me... My cock immediately expanded to its full length and hardness. A few women gasped. Ms. Purdy tied her robe back up and yelled,"Oh my God." She rushed up to me and threw a towel over my erection. "Ladies, I am sorry this has happened. The models I hire know they are not supposed to get erections." She scowled at me. I knew it was all an act for. Next, Jim Jr. proceeded to clarify some of the most frequently used terms. Mirella was being trained for ‘front office duty’, which meant that she was going to be in direct contact with the informants. ‘Informant’ was the person who supplied, usually without knowing it, the information their sponsor wanted. ‘Sponsor’, finally, was the person or organization who had contracted Walker, Taylor and Sons for a particular service, in other words, the one who paid everybody’s salary. Needless to say,. I flatten my hand out again and place my hand on her inner thigh, slowly moving my palm up and down along the soft, smooth fabric of her hose. Sliding upward the third time, my thumb hits the end of the hose. She's wearing thigh highs and my cock jumps. Then she repositions her arms so that her coat is now draped wider, blocking me from the rest of the train. Understanding the hint, I slide my hand higher, moving my fingers along the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She buckles her knees. After two hours there just drinking alone, I got up to leave. There was a table full of black men, who had been watching me and offering things for hours. I was in the parking lot, halfway to my car, when one of these black guys grabbed my arm. "You are coming with us, babe" He said in a heavy deep voice."No, let me go, I am married" I replied, struggling with him.But he insisted and dragged me to a white van parked there.As we approached, I saw the side door open and another three black guys.