"What's it all about?" I asked."Well, you said I could not persuade you to regrow your lost finger," he answered. "I know a way that claims to do thin...gs like that. It's quite easy actually, just do exactly what I tell you to do!" You wanna bet on it?" No, but let's try anyway!"I just nodded. After all I had nothing to loose, and it might be entertaining.It wasn't. Actually it was terribly boring. A lot of "Johnny do this, Johnny do that" - as if I wasn't used to such kind of things already.. Almost at the end, she looked focused, like an artist focused on the last detail of her masterpiece.—Maybe you want to put something comfortable I think the black color will look very good —you really are a very beautiful girl—Then She smiled and stared at me with an expression of emotion.I had in front of me a collection of underwear, lingerie, brassieres, thongs and dresses. I decided on a black lace baby doll and some matching stockings. Violet combed my hair and made me close my eyes,. “Bye girls, love you,” shouted Grace as she headed to her Uber ride. The young black driver held the back door open and admired her skimpy black panties as she swung her long legs into the backseat. Forty minutes later she was boarding the train. “The mid-morning train is never crowded in the Business Class,” stated the Porter as he pointed out her seat. She flopped down. Business Class had four seats to a section, two facing two. The other three seats were empty so she reclined slightly to get. I walk the entire way to my car without looking behind me to see if he is following, but I’m so turned on by the thought of fucking him at the track that I am surprised that my pussy isn’t dripping down my legs, it feels so wet. I get to my car and notice that the sprint car race has started, so its really loud and I can’t really hear anything going on around me. I open the back door and bend down to grab the bag off the floor in the back seat and I feel someone slam up against the back of me.