She wasn’t really interested in hanging out with me. She was basically looking for somebody to buy her drinks and take her home.Usually, when I went...out with her, she’d meet the guys and they would have a friend for me. We always did what she wanted to do. She’d make me have sex with guys I didn’t really want to have sex with. All because she liked their friends.She was really my only friend left who wasn’t married. Most of my other friends, all married their boyfriends from high school or they. I have your new bedroom set up. It’s upstairs next to Crystal’s room. I have an outfit already set out for you on the bed. Go get changed. You have a long night ahead of you.”“Yes Mistress Lexie,” I nod and do as she says. As I walk upstairs I walk past Crystal’s room and I hear moaning and the creaking of a bed, the slapping of flesh against flesh. I don’t linger any longer as I head to the open door next to her bedroom. My jaw drops to the floor as I walk inside. I just walked into a dungeon.. Your hostility is at least partly to cover up that guilt because you’re certain that some day, some man is going to recognize what you are, expose what you’ve done and you’ll have to face it all in the cold light of day. After college you decided to get breast augmentation surgery and you love the new breasts you have even though you don’t flaunt them. In private, they’re your pride and joy. You have them both pierced and prefer to wear flashy jewelry in them. Your sexual encounters have always. She knew exactly the game she was playing. A young honey teasing this forty something businessman. Just forty something ... by a year or two. My cock was pulsing hard, my heart pounding, the animal in me wishing I could just have her there and then, in front of everyone, shoved over the train seat with her blouse ripped open and my hands cupping her breasts, my hips thrusting hard against her upturned arse cheeks until I pumped her of full of sticky hot cum. God! If she could read my mind,.