As the train came to a stop, I looked down at my husband who was starting to look worried. “Enjoy your dream.” I whispered into his ear. The doors... of the train slid open as a man in his mid twenties boarded the train from behind my husband. Once inside he paused, his mouth dropped open as he watched my large tits bounce up and down. I pressed a finger to my lips so he would stay quiet, I didn’t care if he watched I just wanted my husband to fill me up. The man sat down and facing me, he was. Monique knew Murray was asking about her experience last week while investigating a BDSM kink club in Chelsea. She almost got murdered by a sadistic Dom who "bought" her at the club's weekly slave auction. She would have been brutally tortured to death had her jock boyfriend not stormed into the place, practically bashing it to pieces moments before the sadist would have mutilated her genitals with a kitchen mixer. "I'm still a little sore, Murray, but I'll be okay," she answered calmly."Good,. I looked up at him and he glanced over as I shook my head yes. He winked at me and said you are my Princess and his finger glided along my slit. It felt so good as he moved his finger down to my hole and back up. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. All the sudden, I felt the car turn, so I opened my eyes to see we were pulling into the movie theater. To my disappointment must have shown on my face when he moved his hand to put it back onto the steering wheel. Uncle Tim laughed. I. Like humming vibrations coming from deep inside..I watched her sucking my cock like a messy vacuum, in and out.. it looked way better than any head in porn we’ve watched, and I see my hands, twirling locks of her hair, then grabbing her whole head… she was doing a great job of pulling me into her, but I couldn’t help it..I rammed my cock so deep, I gripped her head and fucked her mouth so hard I could feel her jaw straining, her teeth buried at very base of my cock and balls, I could hear.