I surfed the Internet that night for train tickets but could not find any ticket to Mumbai in the AC section nor in the sleeping class. As I was too d...sperate to reach there on time, I decided to take the second sitting class.The day of my travel has arrived; I wore a crop top showing my navel a little with a jacket above and a skirt which was above my knees. I didn’t know that this dressing would get me into a huge trouble.So I went to the railway station and got on the train. I was disgusted. Once, when I misbehaved you bent me over a bar stool, duct taped my wrists and ankles to the legs of the bar stool and without warning or preparing my ass-cunt you forcefucked me with a dildo the size of an actual horse cock. You laughed as I screamed in pain, later you invited a group of gangsters whacked out on steroids and pcp to gang **** me for a couple of hours. I am never allowed to leave the compound without a butt-plug. Sometimes we go to clubs and you pimp me out, sometimes at a party. I finally decided to move things along."Those shorts look awful tight on you boys. If you want to get comfy and slip them off, it's OK with me. And if you don't mind..." I stood up and hooked my thumbs under the top edge of my suit, "I'd like to slip this off and get comfy too." I looked at them questioningly."Sure!" Steve said enthusiastically."Yeah, OK!" Marc said. I quickly slid my suit off, and sat my naked body back in my chair. I spread my legs wide, not only giving them a nice view but. I kept eating her out as she began to reel, leaning back far but still pulling my head into her. I rubbed her ass as I worked my mouth even faster. Her moans got louder and I could tell she was about to cum. Gripping my head so tightly that she pulled my hair, she moaned “Ohh…Ah, Chris, cumming!” Her juices flowed, not shooting out but flowing nicely, and I lapped it up, continuing to please her. My tongue did not miss a beat, and as her orgasm passed she sat back up, panting. I picked my head.