I looked at him anyway. I was about to ask a rhetorical and slightly silly question such as, ‘Where do you suppose our bathroom went off to?’ but ...hought better of it. Then I asked, ‘Where do you suppose our bathroom went off to?’ He shrugged, as I figured he might. I popped a coffee nip (a small piece of coffee flavoured candy… only five cents, but highly addictive) and I felt somewhat better. I’m sure anyone reading this can imagine that finding one’s bathroom missing might be quite. A small metal brazier stood burning some three feet behind. The car’s windows were tinted and opaque. Shaking and unsure, he removed his coat and put it into the brazier where it burned away in seconds. The dress followed. Then his bag: wallet, train-ticket, everything. No turning back now.He stood there wearing nothing but the tight thong-leotard that had been sent to him, some dark lacy hold-ups and his patent heels. Reaching into the boot, he slipped on the blindfold, strapped in the. Needless to say, our goodbye kiss was nothing like the hello kiss. The pictures on her profile as well as the selfies she sent me over the past month or so did not do her justice. Her blue eyes contrasted so nicely against her burgundy hair and fair complexion.Her low cut top and form fitting black lace bra created a deep sea of cleavage that I was drawn to. Per my instructions she wore no panties and her ass and cunt were easily accessible with a gentle flip of her skirt. We spent the first. It eventually escalated to me standing behind her on the packed train in the morning with my cock getting ever harder with the sway of the train while it bounced and rubbed on the crack of her ass. Thats when she began to noticed me. I even made note that her and her husband parked in the same commuter lot as me. And one time while we were on the train i struck up a casual conversation with her husband while all the while staring at her like meat. Eventually one morning I slipped my business.