The train is almost empty; the commuters long since tucked up on their expansive sofas with in their kaleidoscopic onesies holding oversized glasses o... red wine and watching uninspiring programmes on their immense televisions. It's predictable, and they think their lives are hard. We've all heard the moaning: their boss, the length of their commute, their pay, the costs of their commute, their children, the stifling crush on their commute, their life, their choices, their frigging commute. It's. I had no idea if his penis was shorter, I meant his standing height. But then we were all laying down, so I couldn't be sure of anything.What I felt was a finger open me first then a hard penis slip in. Since I had heard whispers about Viagra at the club, I was pretty sure it could be either one of them. Whoever it was slid easily inside me and penetrated me deeply. I felt my body open like glove to the welcome intruder. I could feel my breathing go wild as the penis stroked me.Suddenly I heard. She had no shame. She responded to the constant attempts at groping with a combination of flirtation and dancing away from the wandering hands. Yet she conducted herself with confidence and pride.Hulda did have her limits. On that first trip, one of the immortals made some comment about how she was just a low priced whore. “You’ll be having none with that talk!” she had said.“None of me!” She stamped her foot.“None of your drink.” She tossed the contents of her customer’s tankard into his. I open the door.The only light comes from the several candles that are lit throughout the room, their light dances across the walls and mirrors. On the vanity sit two glasses of champagne and a bowl of strawberries. You smile in delight which quickly turns devilish. I let you step forward into the bathroom and follow you, shutting the door behind you. You're teasing me now, tossing casual glances over your shoulder while playfully biting into a strawberry. My cunt is practically dripping and my.