“Hm,” she purred. “Delano’s little kitten.” Even with my heart clanging against my ribs, I forced my thoughts to think only what a terrified...person would. Nothing of trainings, spying, contacting Adam or Bharka. She popped off the buttons on my wool coat and tore it open, then ran the knifelike metal nail down my silk shirt, tearing it while slicing downward. She slashed through my lace bra, exposing my breasts and scraping my skin. Pressing her nail into my nipple, I could tell she enjoyed the. I sat there, making myself wetter and wetter, thinking about riding his cock while he was driving the train. I have to get a hold of myself i thought. I was going to regret wearing the black mini skirt and thigh high fishnets I had on if I kept making myself so wet. However, as the minutes past, I couldnt stop thinking about my mouth tightly wrapped around his prick. It got to the point where I just couldnt take it anymore, I had to have it. I got up from my seat and started to walk towards the. I let the rest of it trickle down my skin, enjoying feeling like a rejected whore."Follow me," Michael said. I saw him and Peter walking toward the hallway that led to the stairs. I got off the barstool, feeling the latex tugging at my legs and cunt, wiggling my ass as I walked. The stairs were dark and led to the bathrooms in the basement. The basement was dimly lit too, just a 60 watt bulb hanging uncovered from a fixture. I was in four-inch heels at the time and made my way carefully down. This is my hangout id as well. Feel free to drop in.Let me come to the story. One day I was so bored and was fiddling with my phone and opened wechat to see if I can chat with any strangers. Mostly no one will reply to the message you send. You get only a few replies, cos most profile will be fake.I sent msgs to all the profile that I felt were genuine. After 2 hrs I got a reply from one profile. Her name was Swathi. We started talking and then later she told me that she is 35 and married have.