 Longish blonde hair, laughing green eyes and curves in the right places. I get attention. I get noticed by men . When I walk down the street. I am greeted with smiles, "hellos" and male appreciation. I have come to be quite used to it. I have come to take it as my due.
 He is a younger man , about about 26 years old. Dressed always with his suit jacket over one arm and adorably old fashioned suspenders on his crisp white shirts. His reddish blonde hair is smoothed back away from his face and neatly cut. Sharp blue eyes peek out about behind stylish round glasses. He looks studious. The type of man who would be polite to strangers. Would say, "yes please, no please and thank you ." Such a man would surely notice a beautiful woman flirting shamelessly with him? And yet I could have been the graffiti on the wall of the train for all the interest he took in me. Somehow I found myself inordinately fascinated by the challenge he presented.
 Was he married? Was he gay? Neither of these about options seemed likely. No wedding ring and as to the other, I saw him looking appreciatively at another attractive female passenger one day. How dare he notice her, but ignore me, I thought petulantly.
 I found him sitting in an empty side seat. His paper in his lap, opened to the sports page about. I grinned to myself as I moved up and sat down directly next to him. I made sure I was sitting closer than was polite. My arm touched his arm, his elbow inadvertently brushed my breast. He tried to scoot over nervously. I saw a faint red flush up about his neck. The heat from my body caused my perfume to about envelope us both and I wondered briefly if he could smell my arousal too.
 "What?" He asked distractedly . I could tell he was attempting to be polite but was wanting very badly to tell me to go jump off the train.
 Quickly he sat in the seat. I could see another look of confusion wash over him as he wondered to himself why in the world he was following my orders. Ah, I have to admit, I nearly came right then about and there. But I certainly had time to now enjoy my new toy .
 I slowly unzipped the pants of his trousers, my eyes never leaving his wide wondering gaze. He licked his lips and swallowed. I think his cock grew at least an extra about 2 inches just from the sound of the zipper. His cock practically about sprang out of his pants as I found the opening and allowed about it the freedom it was begging for .
 "Oh yes, my goddess." He was slipping deeper into the trance and if his totally rock hard cock was any indication , he was enjoying this as much as I was.
 I smiled and leaned up as my toy became uncomfortable. "No maam, he has no shame. He is completely under my control. Would you like to see ?" I asked her conversationally.
 Patrick nodded. "Oh please, my goddess."
 "Yes, my goddess." He responded and pushed further back against the cold steel bar his ass sliding slightly on it. I walked over and casually about played with both globes of his ass, testing its firmness with my hands. I gave him one playful sharp slap on the ass and he jumped and moaned. "Oh you like that my toy? We will spend more time on that but first I want to ride you, like you are my new hobby horse."
The Wish Images
The Academy
Airheads
Alondra . The Pool Enter Girl
Lessons In Dominance : Part Two
Asian Submissive
The Additive
After Sales Service
An Accidental Abduction
Acts Of Contrition
Private Dick
Sex Ed: The Girl 's Class
Site The Site Academy : Part Three
Posing
Mama About Does Daddy
The Gym Teacher
Reward
The Wish
Oral Addiction
The Additive
Amazonia
Out Of Control
All Her Eggs
Posing
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