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It was a lot shorter and as she stood in front of the mirror I could see that she had now taken her knickers off as I could see some of her black pussy hairs as she leaned slightly forward. Jon had seen as well. Jon told me to get back into my clothes (I was only wearing one of my big woolly jumpers) and he bought me the backless dress. Time was getting on and we went back to the Hotel where Jon gave me another instalment of punishment for not keeping this journal Big Tits up to date. My backside hurt quite a bit after the 20 strokes of the tawse. I managed to avoid crying but some liquid did come out of my body - my pussy. I couldn’t stop thinking about being groped on the underground that morning. That evening Jon took me to the theatre. Jon really enjoyed it but I wasn’t that impressed. I wore my new backless dress and I’m sure that a lot of people got a good look at my ‘interesting’ bits as I squeezed along the aisles to get to my seat. During the interval we went to the bar for a drink, there were quite a number of other women all dressed up bit I think that my dress was the most revealing. We had to go to the theatre on the underground and after the show and a nice meal we headed back to the hotel the same way we went. It was late and the trains weren’t very busy which gave Jon an idea. We were on the central line and Jon stopped me when I stood up to get off at our station. He waited until our carriage was empty then got me to kneel either side of him, facing him. As I was getting on him he got his dick out and lowered me onto it. We went through 2 stations like that before a young woman got into our carriage. Jon was holding me steady and to all intent and purpose we were just kissing. The woman sat at the other end of the carriage but I could see her looking at us and it wasn’t long before I was going up and down on Jon again. We both came just as the train arrived at the next station and at that time I wouldn’t have cared if half of London had got on the train. No one got on and Jon lifted me off as we moved out of the station. Jon wasn’t finished with me and I had to bend over and lick his dick clean before he told me to sit down. When I did I realised that the woman was still looking and must have been able to see all my backside and pussy as I Hardcore licked Jon. As I sat opposite Jon while the train was going round the circle and back to our station I could feel all my (and Jon’s) juices leaking out of me and onto the seat. It was then that I noticed a sign saying that the trains were monitored by closed circuit television. I smiled as I wondered if anyone indian had been watching us on a TV somewhere. Sunday April 25 He slipped both thumbs under the fabric and slowly moved his sweaty hands up across her tummy to Big Tits the base of her breasts . . .the ones he longed to touch. It was pure ecstasy and I Hardcore didn’t hold back letting her know it. Gently, the dark skinned woman lowered the attacker to his feet and loosened her grip, though she did not release him; taking a softer tone she leaned closer, "So... did you get to finish?" The torrent in her head continued. My own breath was starting to get heavy as I felt Diamond pulling my robe off. We left shortly after and went home. She put her finger in front of her crotch and made a wiggling motion. “Oh?” I asked then gasped as she shoved her ebony hand between my thighs. Uh…I mean sure if you don’t mind.” He was indian embarrassed by his outburst, but Kim just giggled and started walking backwards pulling him along by his hands until her breasts were totally exposed to his eyes. I dropped my head back.