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Caught masturbating, he is forced to submit.

How long could a man go with an erection that was being teased? How embarrassing for the poor man if he creamed his pants. I had to stifle a giggle at the thought. Not my fault if that giggle made me shake slightly, adding to the poor man's woes.

You have to admire a man with stamina. When the train finally pulled up at my station he was still hard as a rock. It wouldn't surprise me if I had a bruise on my buttocks from having something that hard pressed against me for so long. I was out of the train fast, not even looking to see who had been the lucky man. I was giggling as I trotted along to my car.

The car park at the station was a long open air affair, running parallel with the tracks. Most people try to park as close to the entrance as possible, but not me. At the far end of the car park were a couple of big shady trees and I always park under them, normally getting the same spot every day. Days like today are the reason I park there. The sun was high and hot and my car was totally shaded by those trees and would be nice and cool inside. No burnt hands for me from a red hot steering wheel and well worth the minute walk.

I pressed the button on my key and my lights flashed to indicate my car was unlocked. Oddly enough the lights on the car next to mine flashed at the same time. Well, not really so odd. That car next to mine belonged to a man I mentally dubbed as Mr Grey. His car was grey, of all colours, his suit was always grey, and his hair was probably grey. He was probably an accountant or something dreary like that. He also made a practice of parking under the trees and often arrived home at the same time as me.

Now that I knew he was there I could hear the tread of his feet on the ground. Quite close behind me but I'd be in and driving away first. We sort of had an unspoken rule that if we arrived together first into their car got the hell out of the other person's way.

I opened my car door and slung my bag in before getting in myself. I've always found it easier to untangle my bag before I get into the car rather than after, because I'd probably finish up sitting on the silly thing.

I'd just leaned into the car a little when a hand pushed very firmly against my bottom, sending me sprawling forward over the seat. I worked out afterwards that Mr Grey had circled around the back of the cars and come up behind me.

As soon as I was spilled over the seat a hand flipped my dress up, exposing my panties and another hand started rubbing me very intimately through my panties.

"I don't want to spend twenty minutes rubbing you, you teasing little bitch," grumbled an aggrieved voice, "so I'm going to have to hurry this along a little."

Came the dawn with a great thundering crash. I'd been butting up against Mr Grey for those twenty minute. Ew. And now he was rubbing my pussy. Double ew. And what did he mean by hurry it up?

I found out fast enough. He had the blatant audacity to pull my panties down and now he was really feeling me up. I was yelling at him, telling him to stop, and he was ignoring me.

"No need to yell," he told me, a couple of fingers pushing into me while my eyes popped wide. "I can hear you quite well in a normal speaking voice and there's no-one else around to hear you yelling.

I continued protesting and he just laughed.

"What is your problem?" he asked me. "You made it perfectly obvious on the train what you wanted and I'm just obliging you, being such a nice chap and all that."

He ignored my description of him, a description that in no way included the words nice chap, and kept on fingering me, much to my fury.

"Isn't it convenient that you got yourself all hot and ready while we were still on the train," he said. "Makes this so much easier."

I was about to point out that it didn't make this easier from my side of things when it registered he wasn't talking about what his hand was doing.

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