Longish blonde hair lexonblondes, laughing green lexonblondes eyes lexonblondes and curves lexonblondes in the right places. I lexonblondes get attention. I lexonblondes get lexonblondes noticed by men. When I walk down the street. I am greeted with lexonblondes smiles, "hellos" and male appreciation. I have come to be quite used to it. I have come lexonblondes to take it as my due.
He is a lexonblondes younger man, about 26 years old. Dressed lexonblondes always with his suit jacket over one arm lexonblondes and adorably old fashioned suspenders on his crisp white shirts. His reddish blonde hair lexonblondes is lexonblondes smoothed back away from lexonblondes his face and neatly lexonblondes cut. Sharp lexonblondes blue eyes lexonblondes peek out lexonblondes behind stylish lexonblondes round glasses. He looks studious. The type of man who would lexonblondes be lexonblondes polite to strangers. Would say, "yes please, no please and thank you." Such lexonblondes a sexy man would lexonblondes surely notice a beautiful woman flirting shamelessly with him? And yet lexonblondes I could have been the graffiti on lexonblondes the lexonblondes wall of the train for all lexonblondes the interest he took in me. Somehow I found lexonblondes myself inordinately fascinated by the challenge lexonblondes he lexonblondes presented.
"What is sexy your lexonblondes name lexonblondes?" I asked lightly lexonblondes. Beginning to enjoy myself.
"You are my boy toy, Patrick, do lexonblondes you understand?"
He swallowed, blushing and nodded.
"I didn't hear you Patrick lexonblondes. I expect you lexonblondes to answer me in an audible tone. And you may address me lexonblondes as your lexonblondes Goddess. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Goddess." Immediately I could lexonblondes tell he was fighting my control over him. I knew all too well that there lexonblondes would be no hope for lexonblondes it . The control only became stronger and stronger the longer the subject was under.
An older hispanic woman with soft cocoa lexonblondes colored skin marched toward the back of the train angrily. "Have you no shame, young man? This is a public lexonblondes train lexonblondes."
I reached up and grabbed a hold of the long lexonblondes bar. It was a sexy parody of a hobby horse on a carousel ride. I lexonblondes was loving every moment of it. I nibbled and bit his neck lightly as lexonblondes slammed up and down on his now slick hard cock. I rode and rode his cock until I had come three more times. When I was satisfied I stood and lifted him up. By now most lexonblondes of the passengers had lexonblondes left the train. The next stop was mine and lexonblondes the one after was his. I took lexonblondes a pen and wrote my name on lexonblondes the back of his white cotton lexonblondes undies, and had sexy him dress lexonblondes.
