What kind of furor he would generate tomorrow when his posse got dumped off the gravy train that was provided by his St. Louis Cardinal signing bonus,...she would love to see. Those people were abusers too, but of a different kind.When she returned home, Spats was the only one who watched as she stripped off the dominatrix costume. It suddenly struck her – what if she'd been stopped for a routine traffic infraction? She didn't even have her driver's license. And of course, she had no way to. The Over Rail straddled Grosvenor Place as it headed down towards the Embankment. I remembered the outrage when it had first been proposed. The idea that people would be able to see from the Over Rail cars down into the grounds of Buckingham Palace had been a great source of scandal in the tabloid media. The fact that Her Majesty had seen fit to use the Over Rail on one of her own journeys soon overcame that!The track took us onwards along the north bank of the Thames. The river was busy with. I was about to fuck the girl I had dreamed about since I met her. It’s all that I could think about. I walked to the bathroom and saw that she was already in the shower behind the curtain. I smiled and knew I was ready to fuck her. My cock was throbbing to get some more of this sexy woman, but I knew I had to make it better than she’s ever had it. I came in behind her and she turned around. I kissed her and we began to make out again as my hands found there way around her tight, firm ass. Then. I don’t know whether to focus on the dildo between her thighs or on her face, but her face is the most fun, since her expression betrays her arousal. She stares intently at the road, but continuously bites her lip and grins in a slightly shamefaced way. From the way her face twitches, I imagine she’s having trouble holding everything back. She drives alongside railway arches at first, past workshops and lock-ups. Then the road veers right, away from the railway. We end up at some traffic.