 He never notices me.
 He is a younger man, 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 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 .
 My chest, I thought. What man could fail to admire a woman 's lovely breasts? Purposely, I dropped my briefcase so that I was forced to bend at the waist giving him a full and uninhibited view of my breasts from the V of my 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 it in disinterest and hand it back to me without so access much as a covert glance at my chest.
 "Your name." I snapped firmly.
 "Oh my toy--you are sooo good . I cooed encouragingly. Have you done this before, my shy boy?"
 Immediately Patrick stood and began to remove first his suspenders, then his shirt and allowed his unzipped pants to fall to the floor before stepping out of them. "Take off your underwear too" I pointed out good naturedly. He complied, red flushing up his neck and face as a crowd began to form. "He is such a good access boy toy . Would you like to pet him miss?" I asked her. She swallowed, her eyes wide and nodded.
 It would be the one little playful reminder that would make him wonder if any of this had truly happened. With access the mind control device, many subjects had hazy recollections and thought the events were just dreams. He dressed and I put him access back in the seat with the paper in his hand. I couldn't resist one final bit of mischief. I gave him one last command. "As I exit the train you will come awake and you will come HARD." I commanded.
 I sat down, my mind on the workday ahead and noticed that instead of having his nose buried in his paper or looking out the window Patrick was staring straight at me. He didn't look shy or confused , he looked angry. There was purpose and fire in his gaze. I swallowed nervously as access he stood and made his way over to me. "Are you Anna?" He asked sharply. I didn't have time to answer as he slid into the seat next access to me . "You and I are going to be great friends Anna." He said with a firm little laugh . Just before his hand came up and I noticed the mind control device that I had foolishly left behind , I had just a moment to feel a shiver of fear and excitement before the device was activated.
Maid Service
Weekend Guest : Part One
Yoo -Hoo 2: Bottled Passions Access
Amazing Woman
Always Love
Xizang Takeover
Allison On Top
Lessons In Dominance Here: Part Two
Movie Football Widow
Yesterday, It Just Grew
Asian Submissive
Alpha Male Enter Effect
The World's End
The Movies Prisoner
The Analyst
A Postion Available
Knight In The Morning
Dominant Wife
Actress
Heart To Pics Heart
Adolescent Fantasies
Shaved And Images Relaxed
ANNA'S RIDE
Amanda And The Teacher Of Doom
The Additive
And Then She Was Gone
After Class Activities
The Manager: Part Two
The Addicted Natural
The Shower Room
Physical Exam
A Friend In Need
Airheads
Card Game
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