She now reached under the waistband, found the loose end of the string and pulled. When the knot released, she managed to shove them nearly to my knee.... I planned to step out of them, but she got me a little off balance before I had the chance by sucking my cock into her mouth. I struggled a bit but managed to get them off and climb on to the bed without her mouth ever losing grip of my manhood. We held each other and kissed passionately for a very long time, eventually I rotated so we were on. I walked the mile or so from the pub to Great Portland St station, and waited on the platform for the Met line train that was to take me back to my leafy dormitory town. It duly arrived and I got in and sat down, finding seats was never a problem at this hour, but one did need to be aware of any particularly rowdy groups, usually young men somewhat worse for wear. At Baker St, the next stop, the few people in the carriage left, and a few more got on. The train jolted as it started off from. I pulled away from friend’s old chalet in my Mercedes convertible. While I was driving, my head was filled with the thoughts about the wild sex session I was going to share at home with Victor after his four days trip to Baltimore. I was already damp underneath my short black cocktail dress and couldn't suppress a smile when I recalled going to the ladies room during the party to take my wet thong off.I tried to call Victor to tell him to hurry and then realized that the battery was about. It was hard to know which of the two of them was more distracted by their situation but Allison knew that it wasn’t helping her with the things she needed to get done. The prospect of the forthcoming fetish event with June and Cerys wasn’t helping either...As she squeezed herself into a seat behind one of the tables a slightly familiar voice said, “Hello,” and then after a pause, “It’s Allison Terry, isn’t it?”It took Allison a few moments to place the slim, rather handsome man who was speaking.