I worked myself into a fervor with practiced ease. My fingers, wet and sticky with my own juices created a hunger, an absolute need for satisfaction;... I moaned loudly, on the edge of my release. The release never came, the doors of the train slid open at Chinatown, and I was no longer alone. I took a deep breath, composed myself with my hands folded neatly in my lap as though they’d been there the whole time. I wondered if the other passengers could smell my arousal. I could feel it, that. " He resumed fucking her but now with hammer like thrusts that brought forth guttural noises from him and gasps of desperation from her. Soon he was slamming her with a force that rocked the car. He jerked and spasmed as an orgasm of Olympian proportions engulfed him. He collapsed on top of her. It was now he who was gasping for air.She forced him to switch places with her and she began to suck and lick him to hardness once more.She positioned herself with her butt thrust back daring him to do. I may have made you into a proper little slave girl at last." With this all of the other people in the room started to file out. "You have pleased me so much in fact, that I will allow you to please me further, in my bed. You may put those lovely painted lips and that little tongue to good use tonight." She then proceeded to slip a finger up my sore anus as she spoke, massaging my prostate and causing me to thrust into the tunnel again, this time uncontrollably. No, I must stop this!. Yes." Ha ha, sure. Let me clean myself up a bit and I'll meet you upstairs in a minute," she says, smiling."You look fine the way you are, sweetie," as I walk over to the couch and take her hand. "Besides, I don't want to wait a minute." I give her a dramatic, soap opera leading man look that always cracks her up. "Well, how can I say 'no' to THAT?," she says as she moves passed me and heads for the staircase.I eagerly follow, close behind.If it isn't obvious as to how I feel about her insides,.