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I’ve seen you on my train for weeks, hiding behind your newspaper while you watch my uniform. You might be a tech millionaire with a Lamborghini, but on this carriage, I’m the one in charge of the schedule. I know exactly what my nylons do to you. Put the paper down and show me your 'investment.' I’m not wearing any panties under this tight skirt, and my nylon gusset is soaked through. If you want a ride in my 'private carriage' before we reach the station, you better start working that shaft. Don't worry... I’ll give you a tissue when you're finished