"They just hate the color white." "Well, I for one..." I began, raising my glass in salute. "...love white clothing on girls." "So does that mean..." ...he said, taking a few steps towards me. "...you're going to want me to leave it on for the rest of the night?" I pondered the question as Laura made her way over to me, her eyes glinting with amorous intent. "I guess you can leave it on," I replied, staring up as she stood over me. "As long as everything else comes off." Laura's intense, sexual. Bad things have happened to me when I step away from mass transportation infrastructure.Sometimes I leave without impetus for doing so. I’ve ridden so many miles on Amtrak and Greyhound, I know many workers by name. Heck, the rail and bus system is the place most familiar with me. I hold a drivers license under the last name O’Connell. No, that’s not my last name, I’m pretty sure. I got it back when it was easy to get a fake ID and I have enough stuff from that time to make this one stick in. Andit tasted wonderful, and as I swallowed and licked and sucked andsavoured the moment, so too the memories came flooding back into me.Memories of screaming in bliss as I was mercilessly fucked stupid, timeand time again, in the previous hours, and memories of the terriblepain before my oh so willing! rape. And the realisation that I hadstarted a new life, and this was the first morning of it, and somethingI had dreamed of all my life was coming true as I continued sucking andlicking this. As soon as I part those lucious pussylips and start licking her she begins to juice up and her clit is becoming visibly erect. I pause in my licking to suckle her little nubbin and feel it grow in my mouth. She paused momentarily to give me the finger she knew I so desparately wanted and then resumed sucking my cock. I felt good about tonight and the ‘special treat’ I had in store…it was gonna be good! Our oral ministrations went on for a bit longer and then I asked, ‘Wanna fuck?’ ‘Baby, I am.