Or... could I? She looked at the empty seats, glanced at me, and stepped in front of the seats, slinging the bag from her shoulder onto the floor of ...he carriage. Thank you God! She settled into her seat as the train doors slid shut, and the train gently pulled away from the station. I was trying not to stare. Honest! But she was a honey. I glanced as she smoothed what there was of her skirt over her tightly clamped thighs, and glanced again as she raised her shades and rested them up in her. He gently and playfully squeezed her beautiful cheeks, both of them lost in the moment. They broke their kiss, momentarily to remove her wet shirt. Her wet breasts glistened in the light and her erect nipples were daring Chris to suckle them. A sharp gap escaped her lips as he drew the first one into his mouth. Not wanting to leave the other left out, his fingers pinched and gently twisted the other drawing sharp squeals of excitement from Kari. Her pussy was soaked now, and his cock was. You always been a romantic, J.”“Prison sucks the romance outta you. Beats it to a bloody pulp with a Mike Tyson fist.”There’s a sad sigh. “You know, that bullshit is exactly why I do what I do. Someone’s gotta look out for the invisibles.”Amen, Granny Teague would say. Amen!I can’t really argue. Get yourself into the prison system and you become a faceless dollar sign for the sick fucks running the joint.More silence.Then a question.“Fuck me in the ass?”My dick twitches, processing the words. He knew full well that the bargirls were expected to get the punters tobuy them 'cocktails' which were in fact mostly soft drink but for whichthey charged exorbitant prices and split the proceeds between the girland the bar.Ying called over one of the other bargirls, who executed a perfect wai,took their order and skipped over to the bar. Once Ying had her cocktailand Michael had his Singha they engaged in pleasantries that Michael knewwould eventually evolve into a negotiation for short time.