As she was taken towards her day's work at the Bank, something of the excitement and exhilaration of the dream's triumphant ending came back to her, a...though Penny Lyle had never lifted a finger against a fellow human or indeed any fellow creature at all, in her life. She had never wanted to cause pain and she still didn't, did she?The train arrived, on time for a change, at Cannon Street and she embarked on the last short stage of her daily journey to work. The security guard gave her his. No bra.Perky little tits, prominent nipples.I rubbed and lifted both her tits thru her dress, all the time admiring her dress, her tits, her nipples. Im telling her how nice her tits and nipples are. By now, John had returned and was standing at the other wall, watching us. (that's his thing)I felt her pussy and tits thru her dress and she pushed hard back against my hard dick as I stood behind her. Pushing so hard I almost loose my footing. She feels my hard dick.Soon I pushed her dress. “Excuse me, but I have a few questions.”Before the President could respond, Cheney said, “Carl, this is only a preliminary investigation into these matters for the sake of the President.”“Regardless, I still have some questions, and the President might be interested in hearing those answers.” I looked over at George Bush. “Mister President?”“Go ahead, Carl. Let’s hear some questions and answers,” he replied, amused at my trumping Cheney.“Thank you, Mister President.” I turned my head to. If it wasn?t for all you being soterribly submissive, I?d kiss all your feet, (and toes) out of thanks. I?d also like to thank thoseof you who took your time to review the first draught of the first part at thetime of its release. Thanks for taking your time, Electric badger, Aussiegirl,Master Burke, Barbara Anne, MsUther, H Dean, mkemse, dennisthmnand. Thank you -TomHappiness in slavery It hadn?t beeneasy finding the man of her dreams. She?d had many disappointments, brokenhearts and a few.