Service Attendant Maria O’Conner, serving the bar, was watching several new couples become friends, and she was sure at least a few were heading bey...ond there. A late train meant she got home to her family late, sure, but if she was going to be home late, at least there was a lot of fun to be had. She loved her job. Not that she wanted to be home late, but like the passengers, she had learned that it was best to make the most out of the bad situation and enjoy the party atmosphere.One of the. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh Meat, you cunt-licking son of a bitch! You hot-tongued pervert! Lick my cunt, you crazy fucking dog. Make me a bitch, goddamn it. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She humped her hips forward with frantic abandon, trying to get an even better tongue-fuck than she already was receiving. "Oh Meat, I'm coming! I'm coming!"And she did!In spades!She spasmed.She throbbed.She collapsed, pushing the dog away. In spite of that, Meat continued trying to lick his teenage mistress' cunt, for he had. I was determined to take her before any other guy laid hands on her. I fondled and squeezed her breasts. She let out an ‘aaahhh’. I kissed her a little more deeply and then kissed her neck, her shoulders and her cleavage and sucked on her nipples, moved down to kiss her stomach and navel.€™s rough here!€ she said when I tried to lay her on the floor.do we do it then?€â€œshe brought her finger to her lips and led me toward an old camp cot on the terrace. She pointed to some old sarees. Well the party was goin' good and about midnight a bunch of us were invited to the home of one of the revelers that I didn't know. The people seemed cool, and, despite being in pain a good bit, I decided to go. A party store nearby supplied the necessary, and we adjourned to a house about two long blocks from my own.At the house party, I drank more than I needed what with pain killers and all. Started chatting up a knockout little girl while sittin' on the sofa. As the party shrank down, I was.