I would instruct you to tell me how much you could take of this thin hard shaft. As one inch went in you said "more master please give me more your sl...t bitch can take much more!" another inch slips in "Oh much more master, I want to show you how deep my wanton cunt is, I want you to see how much of a slut I am!" This continues until 9 inches of the handle is up your cunt. "Oh master no more, I can feel it pushing against my womb, master no more please I beg of you, I will do what ever you want. What do you do for breakfast." Well you know it's Saturday. I can take you to the Cafe on the Square or a fast food poison breakfast. Either one is filled with animal fat. But you are less likely to get horse meat at the cafe on the square," I said."Then cafe on the square it is. I can't imagine eating horse," she said."Oh, do you ride?" I asked."I did when I was younger. English walkers five gated actually," she said "Do you?" No never did and I have no idea what you just said. I find that. . but only so I could grip her hips. She was still leaning against the window but now she was making more noise with each thrust. She was quietly moaning and breathing heavy but her body kept tapping against the window, and it was drawing attention. Neither of us cared. I looked around and saw everyone that wasn't sleeping sneaking glances at us but acting like it wasn't really happening. Such is the way of the Japanese culture.It was amazing fucking this little slut on the train. I let go. With nothing else to do during the short delay, Keith reviewed what he knew of the shift supervisor. In her mid-forties, Peggy Diaz was one of the Center's few permanent employees, having been there for over ten years. She wasn't married, he knew, and even with all of the gossip that got traded back and forth about who was seeing who, none of it had ever involved Miss Diaz. If she had a social life, it was kept quite private.Not that she was unattractive, at least not bad looking for a woman.