I remember it was late in November or probably early December. I was a student and I would take the train from Harvard to Quincy. One day, I was retur...ing home very late, close to midnight. I usually got into the last car of the train, because it would usually be less crowded. On this particular trip, I was the lone person on the car (probably next one also).A couple of minutes later, I realized I was totally alone in a public space and that brought back my frequent fantasy of masturbating in a. The appointment was made quickly and an hour later I parked my Mustang Shelby in front of her house. The door was open and there was a note that I could enter her home. I walked across a tiled floor, toward her living room. There I saw her sitting naked on her knees on a perfect circle of dried rice. The right attitude for receiving a superior to show him you love being disciplined and that the pain you are feeling is a very small price for your presence. Exactly as I had told her during our. She clicked the mouse button. The computer screen changed ... Your message has been sent to...Rob and Peter now swapped a series of short emails while Yvonne, crawling under the desk, pushed her husband's legs apart and took his solid, rock-hard, lusting cock in her soft hands and lowered her mouth over the head, sucking lovingly and slowly lowering her mouth right down over the pulsing shaft.The content of the emails were read out to Yvonne as she crouched under the desk sucking and working on. Slipping on my 5 inch spike heels I took a step back to admire the girl looking back at me from Mrs Webster's full length mirror. Pretty slutty I thought but certainly the right look for the occasion."Well that's suitably tarty looking, Ginger," said Mr Webster as he walked in to check my progress, "The men are really going to enjoy their evening!"I gave him a flirty twirl and he handed me a tall glass of vodka. Thoughtfully he'd popped a straw in it, with the twin purpose of not spoiling my.