‘Mmh, Darius...stop.’ He continued. ‘I knew I had to have you. When I found out I could, I had to try. I found a mind-altering virus on the w...eb...I used it on you - and here we are.’ Something inside Isabelle screamed. She wanted her to claw her eyes out, to scream...but Isabelle was gone. Darius saw her blink a few times, then stumble backwards, gasping. ‘What the...what the fuck…’ she whispered. She looked around slowly, as if seeing everything for the first time. She looked down at. From the corner of my eye I saw her start to shuffle around in her seat and look to her right and pick up the dirty magazine. Odd, I thought to myself, to be reading something so sexual in public. With a shrug, I turned back to my window and tried not to think about the woman, the dirty magazine or what I would like to do to her for punishment for reading such filth. I smiled as a very vivid image of her mostly naked, bent over a train seat, tits hanging out, skirt up around her waist, moaning. The head was banging against her cervix. Catherine brings her hands up under her breasts, hefting them and pinching her nipples a look of pure lust on her face as she used those marvelous dancers legs to raise and lower herself on my hard pole. The hot flesh surrounding my pole pulses and milks me as she does pumps my cock.I thrust up as she is coming down trying to get as deep in this gorgeous woman as possible. I feel her cervix rubbing the head as she engulfs me. Riding me she starts to moan. Geez, that’s a lot of guys. They’re all from St. Veronica’s?” “Yeah, a lot of younger guys, freshmen and sophomores.” “Listen—while I’m there, no beer. I mean it. No beer. You can have it out in the car or whatever, but not while I’m in the house. No joke.” “Oh—all right. I guess we can do that.” “Underage drinking?” asked Monica. “You have a problem with that?” “Well, it’s illegal for one thing. I’m 18. I’m a legal adult, so I can dance. But I can’t drink and neither can you.” “Okay, I’ll tell.