Dim lights were the only thing illuminating the desolate subways, and even then it wasn’t very bright. Faint echoes of water dripping could be heard...all around and quick rushes of steam from ruptured pipes made it even more eerie. Laura was a young courier from a small town near the ruins of New York. Ever since she was a little girl, she had wanted to travel the country, and that opportunity fell right in her lap when she turned twenty-one. She had found an opening for someone to deliver. With a smile – just to judge how she’s doing, I say in my Viktor voice “Are you ready to proceed?” She nods – “Yes. But I’m still not telling you anything.”I put the towel in the middle of the line stretching between her toes. It sags for a second, but she recovers it immediately. I take the clamps off her nipples, and add them to the line to hold the small towel in place.I want to fuck her soon, but first we’ll need to change positions, so I take some time to slowly remove the plug from her. I managed to get the entire head in, and proceeded to use my tongue like a paintbrush. First, the exposed head, then working it up underneath the foreskin. I wiped around the head, tasting the musky flavor of it. I heard him moan and knew I was getting somewhere. Then he pulled my head off his dick."We gotta go inside a little more, I need to sit down before I fall down. You suck pretty good for a faggot white boy. But you just getting started, you know?" Oh, I know. I have no place to be - so. A knock on the door interrupts our teacher's long winded speech aboutunderstanding, experience, and so forth. She opens the door and anotherteacher begins speaking with her a moment. Her grey head nods as she makesher way back to the front, a bunch of fifth grade girls begin to walk in. Alarge, collective gulp could almost be heard from the boys. A tall girl,with long, shining blonde hair and sparkling green eyes makes her way overto me. She smiles brightly and ruffles my head."How are you 'lil.