"It wasn't just the suit. I had the shorts and socks I'd worn on Wednesday and Thursday, shoes and my shaving kit in that case," I lamented."I took yo...ur underwear and socks downstairs," Margaret volunteered. "Give me the sweater. I'll wash and dry everything," she said.She took the sweater, and left me to curse the day I'd met Cynthia Collingsworth. I stayed under the shower a long time, considering what my next move should be. My stuff must be in her room. Breaking down the door was an option.. I did my best to sound like a whore since I was offering myself to a stranger, an appalling stranger. It was all about me...my fantasy, my new life, everything is possible now - I can be a fucking whore!After a few minutes of sucking (I did my best) and moaning (I did my best), I couldn't feel my lips and prayed for him to cum..I already tasted my own cum, naturally, but this was something different: as my head was moving up and down on his stinky stick, he suddenly held my head close to his. "I said it low enough for only her to hear and, happily, I didn't hear any protest or disagreement. Quite the contrary, I actually felt her legs spread a little. The pitch black of the train wasn't much of an obstacle, I definitely knew my way around a tight little ass in the dark. So I tugged down what felt like a thong and then in a second, my fingers were inside her. I felt her have to stifle a moan as I felt her very wet little pussy squeeze tightly around all three of my invading digits.I. "oh god, ohhh g god, fuck me john, FUCK ME JOHN" He pumped faster. "Don't cum Holly, not yet." He commanded. "Please John, let me cum, pppleeassse let me cum." "Not yet." He pulled out. "What's wrong?" She panted. Her tight little brown rectum had his attention. Using his hand, he guided his prick over the tight opening, semen dripping, making her crevice slick. "I'm want to fuck you in the ass Holly. "Ok John. I'm ready." Oh my god he thought, was this really happening? He pushed and the tip.