It felt like he was gently rubbing my thighs with his hands.I thought since the train was moving and his hand was there on my thighs, I might feel lik... that. But it gave me a tingling sensation. After a little while, I felt his hand on my zip. I don’t know if I didn’t have the courage or even I liked it, I didn’t say anything or tried to move his hand away.I hope he took that as an advantage and started to remove my zip. Then, I was trembling in fear one side and another side with anxiety. He. I just couldn’t. It was feeling good and I didn’t want anyone to know. I was thrashing my head from side to side…”No…don’t” I said but now I was just mumbling. His hand was on my stomach, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn’t help myself and lifted for more of his wonderful tongue.His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt walls as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching. His Spanish accent is light since he has been in this country since he was a teenager. Beth says that she is married. But that her husband is out of town for the week, she lies. As they chat and sip their drinks, Angel boldly puts his hand on Beth’s knee. She pushes his hand away and takes another sip of her virgin cocktail. Angel whispers that he thinks she is the sexiest woman in the room. Fact is that she is by far the sexiest woman there but she feigns shyness. Angel wants her to go to his. "Youknow, a bit of ass fondling, titty squeezing, maybe the occasional blowjob." Now you're talking Five hundred. Plus expenses!" I retorted."What kind of expenses?" He asked, getting up to get another beer andmotioning with his can to see if I wanted another.I nodded, laughed and said to his back, "Well it's not like we have amaid's uniform and I am certainly not going to dish the money out of mypay!" So, what, another hundred?" He asked from the kitchen.Still thinking that we were playing, I.