She felt the edge of the sword between her legs, and started slightly before understanding his meaning and slowly, reluctantly moving her knees apart....The touch of the sword continued until her legs were spread open as far as they would go, feet flat on the sheets at the corners and knees up in the air, completely exposed to this victorious gladiator to whom she had been presented. Then she felt the tip of the sword on her arms, and she obediently opened her arms as well, placing them above her. Sara began pounding her fist into the carpet, she squealed into my floor, her one foot kicking. I pulled back out. I really wanted to fuck her ass but not at the expense of hurting her. Sara shocked me by begging to be fucked in her ass. I decided to go ahead and would only stop if I heard the word. I leaned over and thrust slow and deep into her. I didn’t stop until I was all the way in. Sara moaned hard. My balance wasn’t great and my body weight pushed her flat to the floor. She screamed. When the music started, Tina led me onto the dance floor and then faced me, her hands on my hips while mine were on her shoulders. She was a bit shorter than me, but it felt good. We gazed into each other's eyes, swaying with the music, and gradually our bodies got closer and closer till she pressed herself right up against me. I instantly opened my eyes with surprise and looked open-mouthed at my cute little Irish girl. She was pressing against me and I could have sworn it was that familiar. The door from the coach, always active on a crowded day, slid opened once again and suddenly she was in the alcove. My heart leapt. She first looked opposite from me at the block of commuters to her left. Instinctively hoping she would look right I moved back against the coach wall to create an inviting alley to the side window. Focusing on that alleyway she never looked directly at me and moved quickly to the window. I folded in behind her and stood in silence. The smell of her hair was close.