But there is something about her that has my pussy dripping. She's always bagging her pants, showing off boxers designed with different things. A bagg... shirt over small breasts and a tight waist. A single chain hanging from her hip. A sexy eyebrow piercing curling around her thin clean shaven right eyebrow. My mind wonders. An image only a mind can conjure pops into my head. The train is full and we're both forced to stand up. Our body's forced together with every jolt of the moving train. My. If she utters that word, you stop and back away slowly. I will hold her hand, watch for cues or signs of discomfort. This, this is insane! What you want to do to her is nuts but she can’t seem to get it out of her head so here we are!”I’m wondering what it will feel like. I’m wondering what drives this fantasy in people. I’m secretly hoping I don’t cry, or worse hyperventilate from panic. I don’t have a high pain tolerance and its not the sort of thing master would expect me to jump in line. I did little pen sketches of her friends riding and gave them to the girls as a remembrance. Their parents were duly impressed when they found out who did the sketches. I got thank you notes and invitations to dinner as a family, so we all went. I was impressed with the mansions, and one hak a very nice art collection. There was probably twenty-million-dollars’ worth of paintings hanging on the walls.One woman commissioned me to do a family portrait but she wanted something other than the usual. What, you think I'm going into my second year of college a virgin? Speaking of which, there's one thing that's been bothering me about last night. You're a virgin aren't you?"His face bright red, he went on the defensive, "No, no fucking way I'm not!"She knew better and just shook her head at him. "Yeah, you are... aren't you? It's okay, I'm not trying to make fun of you. Here, maybe we can try this again, you do me a favor and I'll do one for you." Wha... what do you mean?" Well, I'll be.