He continued to talk while he wanked himself off, my limp member still poking out of crumpled trousers and at one point, as he tried to cum, I remembe..., predictably, that I was warned to to tell anyone of our fun. I was in no mood to talk about it anyway, there were no threats from him, just a stressed few words to explain that our secret play, would be our secret. I was sitting there, feeling a little awkward but still without alarm, when he started to moan from the pit of his stomach and his. He gently pulled me back into him as I heard him moan, my skirt covered ass now pressed up against his crotch as he moved his hands down to grope my ass and then my squeeze my thighs. He lifted up my skirt and I felt him playing with the string of my thong, pulling it out from between my ass cheeks and then letting it slap back into place, causing me to jump. I tried telling him to leave me alone, but the train was loud as it screamed through the tunnels along with the commotion of others. His. All she did was give me a thumbs up. I knew if I said more, it would end badly. *** The waiting room was decorated pleasantly, but a bit too feminine for my taste.Why do all waiting rooms have to display Family Circle and People magazines? I looked at my watch and it was five till four. Where was Marika?Just then, the door swung open and she came rushing in. She seemed frustrated as she said, “The fucking traffic was a nightmare.” She looked at the other couple there and murmured, “Pardon my. Recent studies have shown that no woman in her right mind would wear a girdle, and that the only people who purchase them are crossdressers. If, in fact you are a crossdresser, I am required to ask you several other questions so that the proper warning labels can be placed on your garments for your own protection."I stammered a bit and admitted that I was, after all, all they could do is find my PO box."In that case sir, I will need a and notarized statement from a certified math teacher or.