.. the small flat ones ... the small pointy ones and the big pointy ones ... ones with nipples to poke your eyes out with and others that sat flat or ...ven turned inwards.Added to this were lovely, naked bodies with vaginas that had pussy lips protruding out in a very proud fashion and others that were closed and demure. Also, there were totally hairless pussies and other ones that were abundantly bushy. Danny also liked remembering the look of the lovely manicured pubic hair of Peter’s. He was wearing a ‘Mundu’ and a cream colored shirt.The other man was younger, maybe in his early 30s at least 6 years older than her. He was kind of good-looking, she observed. The guy was dressed in formals, had a trimmed beard and was more to her taste. The narrow seats didn’t help her case either. They were crushing her at the shoulders. It was going to be a long journey and she sighed.The train started at 10, fashionably late as they call it. The rain was still heavy and the cold wind was. "Yes, daddy. I will always be a bitch."He paused for a little while and then said, "Are you gonna be *my* bitch?"I looked back up at him with tears in my eyes, seeking forgiveness, salvation of some sort or another. I sniffed. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be your little angel, your little bitch. No more being mean. Promise. I'll be the sweet little girl you never had."Today, I don't think that was quite what he meant -- I think he meant to emasculate me for just the one day as punishment, with no idea. The idea that she could just leave like that hit me like a slap across the face. I couldn't help myself, I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and before I could stop them I felt the warm drops cascading down my cheeks. I hated crying in front of her, it made me feel like a kid again. But the way she had made her announcement, so suddenly and coldly, had hurt me. I felt like I was losing my first lover, not just my sex teacher.She took me in my arms and tried to comfort me. "Kev, you're going to.