*Anyone* in the train car could see her tits. There wasn't anyone else *in* the car, of course, but...Then Eric started pinching her nipples, and she ...didn't care anymore. She whined with need. She wanted him to pinch them harder.He did. And then he started using them as handholds, to bounce her up and down on his dick.The pain was exquisite. It ran through her whole body, starting with her tits as he jerked her upwards by them, then pulled her back down, and travelling through her belly and. Megan’s boyfriends had each fucked her. One had fucked Megan and then Megan had made her eat his cum from her dripping pussy. It was so wrong. It was so gross. It was so… different at first and yet now. Now she wondered if she would be ready for it to all end in just ten short months.She walked into the house and Megan was standing in the entry way to the kitchen, dressed as she always seemed to be anymore. She had on a form fitting black skirt, black hose, high heels and just a white. That is in one of the center's isolationplaypens. To stop me climbing out I suppose, or perhapseven just to increase my humiliation, a baby harnesssecured me in it. Such sojourns in the playpen wouldunfortunately prove a common feature of my stay in thecrib. Given what the nurses termed my ongoing anti-socialbehavior.After that first outburst I in fact got to spend the wholemorning alone. During my very long morning in the playpenI felt a bowel motion coming on so I asked one of thenurses,. I picked the perfect pair of panties to wear under my skirt in case he winds up seeing them. They are black and soft to caress. He’s going to want to touch them, to rip them off me or pull them aside… My blood is hot thinking about him lifting my red skirt and exposing my thighs. My blood is hot thinking about him getting a hard-on from gazing at my finely-shaped legs before his eyes flicker to my covered sex. My blood is hot thinking about the first time my fingers graze against his thick,.