I wanted to use this opportunity to concentrate on my future, and start a new life. Jenny was the director of the center, and reported to the Presiden...t. She, along with Glenda, the President, interviewed me for the job. She was beautiful, I could see that, but the only thing I cared about was convincing her and Glenda to offer me the job. Rather than paying attention to her looks, I was more impressed with the fact that she was very well spoken, asked me pointed questions about my educational. Every bump and lurch of the subway car causes us to sway, and I'm forced to sway with them. It's all I can do to hang onto the rail, yet I feel like if I let go, I'll still remaining standing, held up by the flood of people surrounding me.It was in this state that I was in the train pulled into the Cortelyou Station. At this stop, as at every stop, I was hoping silently that some of the people would get off and ease up on the pressure. I watched some of them filing off with relief, but not. She must have enjoyed her ass slapping. I got her wet pussy juices and rubbed it over Sally's little ass hole. It was nice and small; I covered her juices over it, my cock starting to get hard again."Have you ever been fucked up the arse Slut?" No Master." She replied nervously.I put my cock against her ass hole. I could feel her ass cheeks tense up. The tip of my cock was against her little hole. Gently pushing until the tip of my cock had started to open her. Sally was whimpering again. I. . er ... difficult.It seemed like every couple of days she would wear shorter or tighter shorts, a t-shirt morphed into a crop top. She first lay next to me with her head on my shoulder, then it was an arm over my waist and a foot on my shin, now it was a leg tossed around me and a hand I had to keep removing from under my t-shirt.The thing was, I knew what she was doing, and it was working. This slow, gradual familiarity was uncomfortable to me, but it was not causing me to freak out. I was.