Tingle and turn her into a complicit partner in our dance of submission and dominance.There was no choice but to focus my attention back on Mrs. Tingl...e’s impressive posterior and her proud breasts dangling down with gravity with their erect and fully aroused nipples confirming her outward distain covered her internal chaos of confusion as she struggled to contain her waves of pleasure as I messed about with her nipples and her clitoris and shoved my greedy fingers into her private places like. I could smell her arousal, and it made me that much more harder. My mind was racing. I wanted this girl. Badly. ‘Then where? The bathroom?’ She shook her head and slid off my lap and stood up. ‘Come on.’ She urged. ‘Where are we going?’ I asked her. She extended her hand towards me. ‘I have an idea.’ She whispered. I took her hand and she pulled me to her, kissing me quickly and started making her way towards the end of the car. We went through the door and found the observation car. She. I knew I was totally trapped inside my new feminine body,yet part of me somehow was elated, although consciously I was horrifiedby how far she had gone. There was nothing I could do in the state ofbondage she had me in but, somehow, the helplessness was no longerquite as frightening as it had been.Her soft whisper broke through my thoughts. "I have some arrangementsto make tomorrow and I must do some things at the office, but I'll beback as soon as I can - I won't be able to stay away from you. It was passionate, though. I liked knowing I could arouse that in you. And I liked surrendering to the passion I aroused in you.” “You know what we are, Elizabeth?” “Tell me.” “We’re really, really good friends. We have feelings of affection and desire for one another. We’re having fun together. And, if you think you’re up to it, I would really like to make love with you.” “One last time?” she asked. “I certainly hope not. I hope we can go on and on in this friendship.” “I think we should make.