We decided to do it on a thursday night… figuring the train wouldn’t be too crowded, but crowded enough to where plenty of people could watch…. ...o now the day comes, and i’m off to the station… i’m there a good 10 minutes before 3…. waiting and waiting, seemed like forever, i looked at my watch and it was 10 after 3… i thought he was gonna be a no show, but just as the next train pulled up, up came this strapping black man, with a hint of gray hair… looked to be about 6’2′ and 195 lbs…. it. Why do you not wear them?”The smile had now left his lips.Iona’s voice wavered. ‘’They were too grand and too colorful. I wished to no longer stand out.”He tossed her underthings over his shoulder.“You are not like everyone else.” He ran his hands down her thighs as he spoke. “You were meant to stand out.”Iona was confused and at an unusual loss for words.Kieren spread her legs apart and she felt the air hit her dampness. “Don’t you want to know why?”“Why?” she returned, getting that. I stop with my hand at the base and move in, gently kissing the tip then wrapping my lips around the entire head, sucking gently and as I go down further and further I start to move my hand again along in rhythm with my mouth. I hear you softly moaning and I go full board, moving my mouth up and down, while twirling my tongue around and flicking my tongue ring gently for extra pleasure. Your hand finds its way to my hair at the back of my head and I feel a gently tug at the roots and I let out. " My submission? You must be joking - I'm the Royal Prince of Canaan and therefore I will never submit to anyone!"Priestess Amisi just laughed wickedly at his vehement protests: "Of course you will!"The Prince just starred at her in silent disbelieve, so Amisi added in cold amusement : "And if you want to remain healthy, you better start your submission quickly."“You can't tell me what I should do!" the Prince still protested – although the quietness of his voice betrayed his rising insecurity..