I put on their dressing gown and went back in to the room and sat down ready for the make over.A gorgeous dark haired Irish woman made me over and we ...chatted and she was very friendly and made me feel at ease.After applying make up including mascara and pink nail varnish she showed me how to put on a wig 'properly' as she called it not just shove it on my head.She then told me to go back to the dressing room and put the dress I had brought with me, a nice long purple dress and also black shoes. The train pulled out of the station. I felt the back of my skirt rising as he lifted it up. I wondered how far he thought he could go feeling me up on a crowded subway. I felt the cream dripping from my snatch as he reached under my skirt. His fingers were pressing into my skin, resting firmly on my panties. While he was rubbing, squeezing & probing my ass through my panties, he grabbed my hand & pressed it to his hard cock through his pants. He moved my hand up & down over his prick. Here I. As Jill settled down in the bed again, the crotchband of her panties bunched up against her feverishly swollen pussy-lips. That must be it, she decided, thankful for a logical explanation for her shameless arousal. The panties were just too tight. She'd take them off and then everything would be all right.Quickly slipping one hand beneath her lightweight pink nightgown, the troubled redhead pulled off the lace-edged panties and tossed them onto the floor. In the process, her finger grazed. I heard him laugh as he hovered at one hundred feet.“Eric, how does it feel? Do you feel that you have full control of the craft, same as you did the flight simulator earlier?”“Boyd, this is even easier to control than the small bat on the video. It’s as if the Chiropta is an extension of my hands, mind and body.”“Good. Looks like all systems are go. Take it vertical to four thousand feet and we’ll be there with you.”“May I fly it like I feel it?”“Fly it as if the Chiropta actually is a part of.