Entering the restaurant I took my time wandering betweenthe tables to get to the corner table, giving a little smile as I passedeach table before sitt...ing down. Placing my bag by the glasses I slid myhands under my behind to make certain that the silk did not crease andjust had to cross my legs again for the buzz.I had long worried about how I would actually order my meal and hadpractised my voice whilst driving up, but when the waiter arrived he wasfortunately pretty harassed and not inclined. After several minutes of her insatiable mouth wrapped around my cock, I can feel it sliding down her throat and I know it will not be long before I spray my cum deep in her throat. What a relief as she rubs my balls at the same time. Once I unloaded a week's worth of cum and she is finished cleaning my cock. I say one and she immediately stands facing me. Congratulations! I say you are my one and only fuck toy and it's time to go have some fun!Two I say and she bends over placing her hands on. You had been locked in your sleeping room for a full day before you got up the nerve to explore the locomotive. Your stomach was growling anyway, so you dressed in your best and searched out the dining car. You settled down to a nice dinner and began looking around, observing the other diners. There was an older man and woman, enjoying a glass of wine, a small group of business men, a portly man in a bowler, reading the paper, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing exciting. You frowned, this. "I'm Gabriel, or more commonly Gabe. We're pretty informal here as you can probably guess. It's the nature of the business."He nodded. "I'm familiar with this type of operation and that's why I chose to meet with you myself." Excellent," I said. "Then I guess we should get started."I filled him in on the circumstances surrounding the early retirement of Walter Trimble. I also produced the recording I had made of his termination meeting."So, as I understand it, you didn't simply fire him, you.