The hand caressed my behind, constantly.The hand caressed my behind, constantly. A well put together hand, moving with gentleness and firmness. I closed my eyes in order to better taste this caress, and I don't have to tell you that I began to get rather wet. The metro would be on time to the next station, so not too many people would get off. For me, in this mood, there was no further thought of changing at Saint Lazare, if the hand continued its work. I was hoping the hand would dare to go under my skirt. I was pressing myself more and more backwards, in order to better make understood my accord. The hand moved more quickly and firmly on my behind. |