So I caught her right hand and encircling her in my left hand, we danced for a while silently. When her boobs were touching my chest, she was trying t... be far but soon she became calm and quite. For immigration delay at both ends and flying at night I was feeling tired but something different at her presence.After getting her body smell my dick became very strong under my trouser. My cock was in its maximum hard-on and trying to come out from my trouser. So I was planning to fuck her. "When you get home you send them to me. Got it?" I nodded as she snapped. "Good. Time to earn your cock, slut." She took my hand roughly and led me to the couch. She sat, facing me. "On your knees, bitch. No objections or you're out of here, just the way you are," she threatened. As I imagined trying to make my way naked back to my house I dropped to my knees in front of her, without hesitation. She lifted her hips, raising herself off the couch on feet and shoulders. Grinning madly, she pushed. Slowly he lowers the zipper as she struggles to stand. His hand in her hair stops her when he tugs it to the side sharply. Her cry of pain is real but her mind is too clouded still to protect her anymore than that. He finishes his work on the zipper catching a glimpse of a black silk bra, and just a hint of black panties. He groans his cock seems ready to leap from his pants into her dress. He shakes his head, inhaling again leaning in close to her he can smell her fear. Now with his hand. As I was now facing her she felt that it was uncomfortable and she turned a little so that her side was facing me. This meant that I could see her boobs from the side and could see into her blouse and check the lace of her bra. I noticed she was also wearing a grey skirt just above the knee. The train moved on again and this time I could see what she was doing. She cleverly pushed her hips towards me and brushed my already hard dick a little. Now I thought that I could be a little brave. I.