I got off the train and I saw him first. Lurking by the information stand wearing what he said he would be. He looked like a football hooligan. Baseba...ll cap and stone island jacket. All in black. I was wearing what I told him I would be. Heels, fishnets, my sluttiest red underwear and a very short tight black dress. The glances that I had received from the men on the train had already got my cunt soaking wet. I wasn’t sure if the woman who sat opposite me envied me or wanted to fuck me when I. Before we knew it, she had gently it must be said, lowered the bar on the giant mousetrap across his foreskin, she then came to me and fondled my flaccid prick slowly fitting me with the painful spring while explaining I had laughed at her discomfort with the bin man. She stood back to enjoy her work then picked up the red candle, held my now painful prick in the palm of her hand and tipped the candle so that the wax, hot, screaming hot, wax dripped onto my already painful bell end, pain ran. I told him to lick my pussy and then lick my ass and get it wet with his tongue and smear my pussy juices on my ass to get it ready as I got on my hands and knees and laid my head on my arms waiting for his hot wet tongue to find my puckered hole. Now I was ready for a soft easy tonguing and a much-needed rest from the fast hard fuckings from the other boys. I love the feel of a mans tongue sliding from my asshole to my pussy and licking and flicking my clit so I rolled over on my back and. He told me to take it out. It wasn’t hard, but about halfway there. That turned me on a lot. The idea of getting to suck a soft dick hard is amazingly hot to me. I reached my hand in and took it out. It was fucking beautiful, and how the warmth turned me on so much. When it got hard it was about 19 cm long, and average thickness I’d say. I wanted to suck it really bad, even though it scared the shit out of me. I don’t remember if he told me to suck it, or if I decided to myself, but I remember.