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Chapter Seven James D takes my clothing and the implements from me. She motions me to stand near the harness. “Turn and face me.” The waist belt is buckled around me. My wrists are drawn back than up to the waiting cuffs. Thigh straps encircle each leg and are then snugly attached to the waist belt. D is impressively quick. Almost professional. And most of all thorough. The motion of the train swaying as it passes through curves and switches does not impede her efforts. Within a minute I stand before her encased in the harness. She seems to deliberately allow my enormous erection to frottage against her silk dress as she shortens the straps leading to the ceiling hooks. “On your toes, please James.” Posed as a request, her words are enunciated as a command. I comply and the connecti