"Yeah, come on." Heather ushered him into a private massage room and locked the door.The shadow creature lay back on the table, his cock pointing at a...45 degree angle. Heather went to try to massage him but found his shadowy form didn't seem to have muscles. Then he reached for her skirt and released the snaps. It dropped to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist down.Heather stepped out of her fallen skirt as the shadow creature pointed to his turgid member. "Right to it, huh? Okay...". Miranda shook her head vigorously. “No! No... nobody.” she told him breathlessly.The man nodded in acknowledgment. “Well I can’t see many more people getting on the train tonight.” he observed casually. “So I guess you’re in for a quiet journey.”Rozella smiled at him wickedly. “Molto buono! We are enjoying the privacy of our company!” Miranda glared at her.The conductor nodded once more, his face unreadable. “Well I shall leave you two ladies in peace then.” he left the carriage. The train. He turned off the tv and gave me his full attention, i put my boxes on the floor and knelt down to open them, which one which one, hey, i know! and i started opening the box with a cute mini red dress i got to wear to the dance the coming month. it was very cute and short, tight around the waist and sexy, it had cups for the breasts, you weren’t supposed to wear a bra with it. i pulled it out all excited, stood up d****d it over me and smiled real pretty at him, i’ll try this one on first ok?. .. and you know that I love you more than the world. That’s how they love you, too, which makes this perfect. That’s what your core group should be, the very inner circle of the inner circle around you ... your three wives, dear. They should be your sluts first, before anything else. We should be your abject thralls, all three of us. We are united, harmonious, bonded together by one common trait: our slavish devotion to you.“Your sister doesn’t even know you, but she wants to be yours. Alicia.