.. which she noticed and wiggled her Arse a bit and said you like what you see? I looked into her eyes and said I love what I see and would love to tr...y... she blushed and started to comb her hair. I stood right behind her and asked how is your headache? I can give you a head massage if you like to, with that I placed my hand on her head and started to stroke her hair... she looked at me and put the comb down... when she bent to put the comb down her lovely Arse touched my Front and she could. She was peeking down at my cock. I couldn’t think of what to say, but she was already undoing my belt. “I will suck it for you. I will suck you dry and smile up at you, and it will cost you nothing but a favor.” My belt was undone my cock was out and she was stroking it gently, nudging it to maximum rigidity. She reached a hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone, holding in front of her face. “Take some pictures. I want you to photograph me sucking your cock and send them to my husband.” I. There was a very beautiful face looking back at me. She was stunning, aged fortyish, dark brown hair with eyes you could dive right into. My throat went dry, but shyness and British reserve took over and I said nothing. The next stop arrived and the surge pushed in. The lady had turned around to face the onslaught and was pushed tight, arse against my crotch. Calm down, I thought, you have forty-five minutes before you have to get off. As the train swayed and bounced I was being pushed up. But that’s your concern, not mine. That’s not what I'm talking about.”If I could have become a fart myself and dissipated into the air, I would have.“What I was referring to was you trespassing where poor boys like you don’t belong.”There was silence. He squirmed.“I have a situation here.” He tapped a pencil on his desk. “I...I don’t agree with any of this, but I have to do what I have to do, if I know what’s good for me.” He leaned forward. “Bryan, the reason I destroyed your I.D. card is.