It'll probably try a couple of times to get further, fail to, and let me go, right? It opens it's mouth again, but instead of pressing me any further...in, it rotates it's head (and mine) to the right, and leans towards my left shoulder, getting it just inside it's jaw before closing it. After having my head turned, my neck is stretched uncomfortably far, but it hasn't been snapped. My right leg is almost completely numb.Alright, it can get one shoulder, but not both of them! I continue to. Sitting opposite me were two men. One a city gent of middle age and a younger guy, maybe mid to late twenties. I swear he could smell me.I leant back in my seat as if contemplating the day and slowly opened my legs, just enough to give him a peep of my inner thigh. It worked in an instant, he couldn’t look away. I was having trouble controlling my breathing now and knew it wouldn’t be long before he would get the full show.The rhythm of the train increased my pleasure and my nipples protruded. In that time, Iwant you to make a detailed drawing of David's cock and balls. You canmake more than one drawing if you want to or if you want to practice,but only one drawing will count. This isn't a test of your drawingability necessarily, but of your attention to detail. Take your time.Really get a sense of it, a feel for it." She dropped to the back ofthe room and watched for a few minutes while Todd, Chris, and Jackstudiously worked on their drawings. Todd immediately discarded hisinitial. . and again... and again. Just when her knees started to give: SMACK! What number was it? What number? WHAT NUMBER? She guessed trying hard not to make it a question. "Twenty-six, Sir." He chuckled. "Lucky guess, Little One. Deep breaths." She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as he continued, the pain building steadily now. "Thirty, Sir. Thank you for my spanking, Sir." He kissed her cheek then her neck and her arm as he reached up to release the cuff. Exhausted, her arm dropped to.