There weren't any dwellings close by, but there was always the chance that somebody could be spying with a pair of binoculars. She didn't like the ide... that she might be watched, even if she had just engaged in and enjoyed voyeurism for the first time.While stripping out of her clothes, Stacy decided that she wouldn't bother to get her collection of pictures. They were hidden under some clothes in a bureau drawer, and she'd spent many enjoyable hours looking at the vivid sex acts depicted in. As soon as I woke up, it faded away.At first, I thought it was because of the crowded train and shut my eyes again. But, soon after 2 minutes, I felt the same sensation again and that gave me an instant hard-on. It was as if someone was intentionally approaching my cock with soft and tender hands.This feeling was more than enough to send a strong current sensation and rise my dick.When I didn’t bother to stop it for 5 minutes, the intensity grew. Now I could feel the occasional brushing of a. I decide at the last minute not to wear any underwear. That way when we sit next to each other in the booth at the bar, she can discreetly brush her hand over my throbbing meat.She immediately slips into her role as my slave/bitch when she comes into the living room with the breast harness I instructed here to wear in place of her bra. She comes into the room naked with the harness in her hand and says, “Master, could you please help me put this on?” As she slips it over her huge breasts I. Remember how that finger used to wiggle.I was polite to Sally, who I have to say looked remarkably attractive with her lovely lips and beautiful smile and apart from the hair, which was a fashioned blonde wig and the black chest hair, I think I would have given her one after checking ‘down there’ for any obvious accessories in true Crocodile Dundee fashion.I made my excuses to Sally and as I left their company was thankful that the angry frown from her boyfriend had receded to more manageable.