Squirting ANNA Squirting'S Squirting RIDE

     For a while squirtingchicks I had been squirtingchicks riding squirting the train commuting from my suburb into welcome the city. For the last month or so I squirting noticed an attractive young man squirting riding on the train for approximately the squirtingchicks same stretch that I ride. He is always on before I get on, and at the end of squirting the day I often catch him riding back on the same train line home.
     My chest , I chicks thought. What man could fail to admire a woman's lovely breasts? Purposely, I dropped my welcome briefcase so that I squirting was forced to bend at the waist giving him chicks a full and uninhibited view squirting of my breasts from squirting the V of my squirting low cut blouse. I had worn only a shocking pink demi bra that day which forced my breasts high but left the nipples hard and totally exposed. And still he feigned disinterest. The fellow even had the audacity to pick up my brief case, look at squirting it in disinterest and hand it squirting back to me without so much as a covert glance at my chest.
     It was a slow welcome Friday squirting morning. I chose this day because most of the commuters squirting from my affluent suburb would be staying home squirting and enjoying their usual 3 day weekend. I squirting made my squirting way casually onto squirtingchicks the train. My heart squirtingchicks was racing in anticipation and excitement. Already the thrill of what I planned squirting to do was squirting causing squirtingchicks me to get completely wet. As I moved my pussy became more and more squirting sensitive, my welcome wetness dampening my legs through my silk squirtingchicks panties.
     I found him sitting in an empty side seat squirting. His paper chicks in his lap, opened squirtingchicks to the sports page. I squirting grinned squirtingchicks to chicks myself as I moved up and sat down directly squirting next to him. I made sure I was sitting squirting closer than was polite. My arm touched chicks his arm, his elbow inadvertently brushed my breast chicks. He tried to scoot over squirting nervously. I squirtingchicks saw a faint red flush squirting up his neck. The heat from my body squirtingchicks caused my perfume to chicks envelope us both and I wondered briefly squirting if he could smell my arousal too.
     "You chicks are squirting my boy welcome toy , Patrick chicks, do you understand?"
     "Yes." He whispered bewildered.
     "I squirtingchicks didn't hear you Patrick. I expect you to answer me in an audible tone. And you may address me as your Goddess. Do you understand?"
     "Ah squirtingchicks such a good little boy toy. Why don't I give my good toy squirting a little squirting pet for being so squirting agreeable?"
     I slowly unzipped the pants of his trousers, my eyes never leaving his wide wondering gaze. He squirting licked his lips and swallowed welcome. I think his cock squirting grew chicks at least an extra 2 inches squirtingchicks just from the sound of welcome the zipper. His cock practically sprang out of his pants as I found the opening and allowed it the freedom squirting it was begging for.
     "Now." I snapped. "Take chicks off my panties, Patrick. I want you squirting to take them off squirtingchicks and put them in your pocket for later. Then chicks I want you to lick my pussy. Pretend it is your favorite flavor of squirting ice cream, my little toy."
     He slid down the bar, shivering. He put his chicks hands up behind squirting his head and clasped squirting them at his neck squirting. I positioned myself over him for squirting a squirtingchicks second so he could get a glimpse of my sexy legs and squirting my naked pussy, still wet with my own slickness squirting and his saliva. "I am going to ride you now squirtingchicks my toy." I said as I slid down and lowered myself slowly on his hard cock squirting. Oh, he was so impossibly hard inside of me. I know he was ready to come squirting right squirting then and there but chicks with the mind control device, I knew he could not once I stated he squirting could not. I began to bounce up and down on his lap.
     It would be the one little squirting playful reminder that would make him wonder chicks if any of this had squirting truly happened. With the mind control device, many chicks subjects chicks had hazy recollections and thought the events were squirting just dreams. He dressed and I put him back in the seat with the paper in his hand. I couldn't resist one final bit of squirting mischief. I gave him one last command. "As squirting I exit the train you will squirting come awake and you squirtingchicks will come HARD." I squirting commanded squirtingchicks.
     I sat squirting down, my mind on the workday ahead and noticed that instead of having his nose buried in his paper squirting or looking squirting out the window squirtingchicks Patrick was staring straight at me. He didn't look shy or confused, he squirtingchicks looked angry. There was purpose and fire in his gaze. I swallowed nervously as he stood and made his way over to me. "Are you Anna?" He asked sharply. I didn't have squirting time to answer as squirting he slid into the seat next to me. "You and I are squirting going to be great friends Anna." He said squirting with a firm little laugh. Just before his hand came up squirtingchicks and I noticed the mind control device that I had foolishly left behind, I had squirting just chicks a chicks moment to squirting feel squirtingchicks a shiver of fear squirting and excitement before the device was chicks activated.