Yet always the same faces. For five years I have wondered why I do this every day. I glance around the carriage, people reading the newspaper, most wi...th headphones on, some looking blankly out the window as the train speeds into the city. Each one of us becoming one of the millions of ants racing through the warrens of the city. Nameless throngs of people. The one saving grace, sitting directly opposite me, she’s wearing a dark business suit, the skirt is pencil tight, the split shows just. She was squeezing my legs tightly. Somehow, it did make me feel more secure. It was a struggle but I finally reached high enough to get the things into its place. The worst part for me was always coming back down the ladder as there was nothing to hold onto. This is where Meenakshi’s hands felt real good back there. Starting down I noticed that she hadn’t budged. As I got three steps down her hands slipped to my ass and began caressing it. Pretending to ignore what she was doing I took another. "Yes Master." I said.Seriously the Master could be so consumed in his work, we practically had to drag him away from his computer console for meals and other more interesting activities we helped him when we could but the Master usually preferred to work alone so it was odd that he wanted out help. The lodge was dreadfully boring and we hardly had anything to do during the day besides plan for the nightly activities. Since the first night he had taken the three of us to bed he had only skipped. I quickly glanced at his face and looked at what I?ve been waiting to do. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down, his cock sprang from its prison. It was maybe 6? and pretty good girth. I slid my hand up and down the shaft, feeling the velvety skin with my fingers. I heard him moan and decided it was time. I lowered my head and opened my mouth. I went down until his cock touched the back of my throat and I wrapped my lips around it. I sucked as I slid my lips up like I?ve seen.