"This is your garter belt sissy, and we know whatgoes with that." Slowly, sensually Tiger rolled the red fishnet stockingsup his legs. For the first t...ime since they had started it looked likesomething might not fit. His legs were a bit thicker than a woman's and itwas an effort to get the stockings far enough up to attach them to hisgarter tabs, which were threaded under his panties. "There you go, now youhave your pretty stockings. Do you need more encouragement."He whimpered in response,. He saw the tickets and asked about my husband. I told him that he wasn’t coming. So he assigned the seat to some else. So a new guy showed up in 15 minutes. Rest seat was already filled up, the top two berth was occupied by some medical representatives around 25. I don’t know whether they were medical representative or something else but they were dressed like that. Among two middle berth one was been occupied by some rowdy looking guy, he was like a hunk, a body builder but had thick. Her clitoris was aching and intensely swollen, and each time her son fucked hard into her asshole, he drove her cunt to the floor."Ooooh, my ass is on fire, baby!" she gurgled throatily. "Your cock makes my asshole burn! Ohhhh, put out that fire, darling! Fuck mother's burning asshole, put the fire out! I love it! Oh, God, I love it so fucking much!"Billy lifted to his knees, pulling his mother's hips up until she, too, was on her knees. Donna spread her knees wide on the floor, straining her. Dying for release, more from his tongue or maybe his cock but something soon. Past history of his plans promised her an exquisite experience but she was close to her breaking point and tempted to finish the job herself.From the hallway, she could hear the elevator arrive at their floor. This must be him. The elevator doors opened and he said something in French, his accent perfect. She was limited to “merci” and “au revoir.” Whatever he said was met with great approval as several men burst.