Her bag pops out --the doors clamping shut behind her sternly-- and she stumbles forward, slumping hard against a vertical handrail to brace herself. ... With the train slowly pulling out of the station, she closes her eyes, shakes her head wearily and breathes with exasperation, “Fuck me.”The sounds of snickering rouse her eyes open. She looks around quickly. The train is nearly empty, but there is a teen couple seated a few feet away, giving her the side-eye and mumbling something to each other. I agree with management on this one, and this grievance is hereby negated. Please turn in your reports so this man can be escorted out of the building on the next infraction. Good day, gentlemen."The attorney said to me, "You know, you can't do this sort of thing up here. This is Chicago; we control Chicago and what goes on here. You should go back to Florida and pick cotton or whatever you do down there."The three union guys were all trying to act tough, standing and attempting to intimidate. I don’t know who, or where Stephanie was finding the people to use Anna, I just know it’s not safe.I reach down and moved some of her long blond hair off her face. She looked so peaceful sleeping here naked on my bed. She opened her eyes and said; “good morning Laura, thank you for last night I had fun.” She then rolled over onto her back.“Good morning to you too Anna, did you sleep well.” I said as my hand moves to her face and I run my fingers across her skin. She sighs and shivers deeply. I. Ann grunted, but pressed her rear firmly against the invading member, thefirm-soft cheeks flattening before the artist's groin.The painter eased his cock back through the model's impaled bottom,drawing the thick column of flesh slowly into view, an inch at a time,and, when just the glans remained within the wide-spread ring, he thrusthis member back into Anne's asshole. His cock rammed easily through therelaxed sphincter, plumbing the transwoman's depths. His penis movedfluidly, and he.