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was," Simon
continued, "I think I just liked our milkman. He was always kind
and cheerful. I liked the crisp white uniform, too. What a strange
thing to dig up from memory. And you?"
    "I wanted to be a circus performer,"
Chastity said, no longer sure if it was a lie or the truth. "I
wanted to ride bareback on a horse and do pirouettes and stand on
one leg."
    Simon smiled at her. Unlike his
initial predatory grin, there was a genuine warmth to it. "I can
see you doing that. On a white horse with bells and shiny silver
buckles on its bridle."
    Chastity sipped her coffee and
regarded him closely. "Maybe that's why I like leather… and straps
and buckles."
    His intake of breath was audible.
Chastity kicked off her shoes and crossed her legs, resting them on
the stool in front of her that was padded with the same hideously
orange upholstery. "You have such lovely calves," Simon said, his
tone now slightly uncertain, yet gaining strength. "I could
certainly see you as a circus acrobat on horseback, those strong
legs lifting you to incredible heights."
    Chastity stretched her legs, pointing
the toes and then relaxing them again. "And what would you do with
these legs in your hands?" she asked him, turning her amber eyes on
his gaze unswervingly.
    He was warming to the challenge rather
quickly though. "I would start with the toes, yes, I'm sure of
that," he said, his eyes caressing what his hands were denied. His
voice lowered in both tone and register. "I would start with your
toes in my mouth, happy to suck each one and enjoy the salty savor
of them. And then I would run each fingertip along the muscles of
your calf, needing to feel the interplay of the flexing tendons. I
would caress your knees until I was sure I had memorized their
shape. Only then would I consider your thighs. All right so
far?"
    Chastity nodded, her expectations
already exceeded.
    "Your thighs," he continued, "would be
a special assault. Clearly, they are soft and well cared for, but
you are a woman who keeps an active life, so they are well
disciplined and strong. That must be admired and acknowledged.
Hands would not be enough. It would be necessary to employ the
mouth and lips as well."
    "Of course," Chastity murmured,
wondering if the toilets on the train were really any better than
those on an airplane, but content for now to slump in her chair and
listen to the seductive words of this would-be milkman.
    "I can almost feel the velvety
softness of your thighs, so warm under my fingers, so sweet to my
lips. I press my teeth into the skin just to know how tender the
flesh would be, not enough to hurt." His voice was even and low,
but Chastity could see a flush of warmth on his cheek while he
stared at her legs. If she reached over now, how hard would he be?
She longed to find out, but it wouldn’t do to get nicked for public
indecency when she was on the job, so to speak.
    "Do you shave?" he asked, staring
intently at her crotch.
    Chastity was about to answer when a
knot of businessmen chattered by. When quiet returned, she said,
"No, all natural."
    Simon nodded, stroking his chin as he
filled in the picture in his mind. "I want to run my fingers
through the hair, feeling the wiry texture, pulling a little, not
too hard," he looked up at her face to gauge her reaction, then
continuing, "but a good tug."
    "And then?" Chastity felt the need to
prod him along, although she could feel how damp her knickers were
already and resisted the urge to wiggle around in her
seat.
    "Then I'd have to push your legs
apart, as far as they will go, because I would have to see you up
close. I'd want my nose right down there to inhale your perfume, my
fingers ready to thrust inside you once I was absolutely sure that
you were good and wet for me."
    "I am," Chastity said, breathless,
smiling.
    "Good," Simon continued, allowing
himself a small smile, "then I would start with my tongue to get a
good taste of you. I'd suck your clit, of course, but I'd want to
see how deeply my