She had known him since he was a child and knew he was prone to sometimes do outrageous things. He was a handsome boy, shorter then John, but he had a... nice shape and obviously worked out with weights."Hi, Mrs. Loudon?" he said with a smile, enjoying the look on her face."What happened to your hair?" she asked."I'm a freshman on the college football team and the seniors did it. It's a tradition, kind of a right of passage; it will grow back. Is John here?" Sorry Andrew, but he called and said he. Face to face as we bent down, she smiled and my discomfort faded once again. Putting me at ease with a simple smile. No woman had ever done that to me before.Once aboard the train she told me her plan. "I told you that we were going to play it my way, so here it is. Ever since the first time I wore my mothers silk panties to high school under my jeans, being a woman in public has made me feel so sexy and pretty. It took me a while to get up the nerve to go out in public dressed as the woman. (Her dark skin doesn't pink much, but it sure bruises!) After the spanking, I placed her backwards on the chair, her stomach supported by the seat, her calves against the support, but with her knees on pillows on the floor. I cropped her quite hard, enough to leave marks. Her gasps and grunts grew louder. I wanted to crop her more, but there were upstairs neighbors and the hour was late. I leaned forward over her and whispered, “You’ve had humiliation and pain, now for sexual training.. I. .." growled my panting fiancé, as the toned and bronzed Adonis withdrew his still-stuff member from her satisfied special place. A thin trail of semen followed his exit, although not as much as he had undoubtably pumped deep inside my wanting woman. By now, a few of the other party-goers had been spurred on by the adonis' passionate performance, and a couple of older fellas were circling the woman at the absolute peak of her sexual prime. She wielded her appetite for cock like a precise weapon.