Oddly enough,<i>Why is this so fucking exciting? </i>Was my exact thought too. I was definitely going to pop into M&S on my way into the office and pick up a new pair of briefs to change into. How my little pet was going to cope, I had no idea. Nor did I really care to be honest.<br/><br/>I felt her left foot move out,  just a bit, but enough to widen the gap at the apex of her legs. That was definitely an invitation and I accepted it. My right hand slid further in, fingers exploring deep into her river valley. My left hand withdrew, and instead went around her front, across her hips and outside all but her raincoat, in what could almost be an affectionate hug.<br/><br/>But deep in the hitherto unexplored regions of her world, my index finger had found the entrance to her Secret Tunnel Of Delights.<i>Tight! Oh my, she's actually a Virgin! Sweet! </i><br/><br/>Deflowered by a random stranger on a crowded train into London, tell that to your grand-kids! I was oh so careful as I worked my finger inside her. I didn't want to hurt her, that might put her off, and I was enjoying this far too much. My middle finger found something else - a sensitive little coffee bean dangling from a soft and curly bush. With my index finger buried deep inside her soft wet flesh, and my middle finger pressing her clit, there was only one thing I could do with my thumb. The tip found the hot, tight sphincter that had been abandoned by my pinkies mere moments before. I pressed firmly, and felt the opening widen just enough to permit ingress to the first knuckle.<br/><br/><i>You are mine, sweetie, now and forever. </i>I smiled an evil smile at her reflection in the door on the far side of the carriage. Even if I never saw her again, that thought was true. I had taken her virginity with my fingers, and her soul was mine,<i>BWAHAHAHAAAAA! </i><br/><br/>Well, okay, maybe not her soul as such, but this event would be burned in both our memories indelibly. And I was certainly hoping that today would<i>not </i>be the last time.<br/><br/>We overtook one of the stopping trains as we whizzed through a station. The train rocking as it clattered over a junction. I couldn't check the time, because both my hands were busy, but from past experience that would be twenty more minutes to go.