Maybe I should’ve worn a nametag.’ ‘You wouldn’t be easy to forget, sweetheart, not after the impression you’ve made.’ Her eyes widened a... his veiled reference to Monday night, but she didn’t look away, too coltish to turn red-faced right then. Ana’s expression turned impish and she folded her arms. ‘You wouldn’t be trying to distract me from being disappointed in your much hyped culinary skills with all that sweet talk, now would you?’ ‘Nah,’ he said as they retraced their steps and he led. The squid’s reactions seemed to be affected by the vibrations of the saddle. She would hear a beep once in awhile from the remote somewhere near the floor, but could do nothing about it. She tried to accept her situation like she did on the phallus chair, enjoyment versus useless resistance. Her body simply had these functions and responses. Nature wants her to enjoy sex so that she will do it again and again to get pregnant and reproduce. It’s just that simple, a biological program for. One stop before journey's end, this couple rose to get off. The lady nimbly ran up to Veronica and smilingly took an envelope out of her bag and handed it to her, bowing gravely and with extreme politeness. She rejoined her husband and both departed, leaving Veronica as the sole remaining passenger.Before she herself had to disembark she opened the envelope and took out the enclosure. It read simply, "Remove your remaining shoe and carry it to Conti's café in Borough High Street. You will order. He was ashamed of it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about those tits, wrapped around his cock, those lips, sucking him off. That pussy, where ever it lurked beneath that dress, wrapped around his shaft taking his seed. Throughout the years his fantasies had gotten more and more depraved, until he dreamed of making his mom his own personal cum-slut. His favorite daydream was to tie her up, along with his twin sister, and, after some thorough spanking, fuck them both senseless. But of course, his.