I pulled in and parked, in the distance was a utilitarian style restroom, so off I went. Inside was a single urnial and a single stall with a pit styl... toilet. The toilet stall was made of plywood with 4 foot high walls and a plywood door that closed with a simply eye and hook latch. I decided to go into the stall and sat down on the toilet and dropped my pants and underwear around my ankles thinking I was all alone I leaned back and began to play with my cock. After a short while I heard the. C., the train was late, did I still want to meet, and hers was a basement level, street entrance apartment, just down the block on the other side of 46th. And so it was. Tossing out the spearmint gum to offset my cigarette breath, my knock was answered by a blonde bombshell, maybe five foot three, in translucent harem pants, a tight cream short beginning in a V several inches below her navel, just above her mound, ending just at the crease where her thighs joined her torso, with just a bikini. So up i go with all the crap to service this room i get there and this middle aged matron answers the door she curtly said just do the bathroom.so im cleaning the bathroom and i notice the knickers hanging over the chair ah crochless this lady had a wild streak.finally i finnish this room i grab my stuff and go into the main room,well knock me down there she was in a transparent teddy fuck i thought.then i really had a look at her boobs huge would be the discription with massive nipples.i then. “On your knees, slave” I loved the sound of those words coming from my lips. Michelle knelt beforeme as I teased her with a slender riding crop. After removing the blindfoldand the clothspins from Michelle, I sat in the Master’s chair. “Kiss my feet, slave.” She crawled to where I sat, bent over and began to gently kiss my feet. “Suck on my toes, slave.” Looking up at me for a moment with a hint of anger in her eye, she compliedwith my orders. As she.