She had worn conservative clothes that the travel pass rules required. I gave her a welcome kiss and a bug hug at the bottom of the “Passengers On...ly” escalator, grabbed her carry-on and headed out the door. At the ladies room she took the bag and the dress I brought and went in to change. What emerged was the luscious, gorgeous, sexy N of my dreams. The new dress that I had bought was becoming but definitely not conservative. The deep red fabric stopped 8 inches above her knee. . Greta looked at him; "Your father and I were lovers for years after your mother died." "We had discussed marriage just before they found out that he had cancer." "He wouldn't marry me after he got sick because he didn't want to be a burden to me and he had to make sure that the business was on a sound footing for you to take over." "Why didn't you get married before he got sick?" he asked. "He was afraid that you would feel that he was dishonoring your mother's memory, she said quietly.. I slapped these in my inspection of them. She stood and took it with only cries as low as she could make them.Pain wasn't the only thing either. Every time I slapped a nipple, or her privates, somewhere in her cries was always a, "Thank you, Sir!"Humiliation was a big thing for her as well, apparently. The juices coming from her sex were running down both of her thighs. I made sure to dip my fingers, and force them into her mouth.I must admit, I was amazed. The only other person I knew of that. Next train approaching. Please let passengers disembark before trying to board the train.”Fat chance of that happening, as soon as the train pulled in people were jostling to try and get on board. Dave joined in with the rugby scrum that was developing and managed to force his way into the train and was backed into a corner near a door. He was on, there was still a good chance he could make it back at a reasonable hour. He’d have to play catch up and no doubt his buddy will force him to, but it.