I lean forward so that I sink lower onto him and he takes cue and begins thrusting up inside me. He forces his thick cock into me with such force. I o...fer up the same force taking him hard squeezing his cock. His hands reach around me and grab a hold of my breasts that are now free from my shirt. I’m being fucked by a man I don’t even know on a plane, risking the chance of being caught. I feel so dirty and I want to be ashamed but the pleasure this strange man I just met takes that away. I. A friend ''''ok...''''you live near here?''''no i was just passing by''''same''it moved my eye caught it, the workpants moved , i look down and saw the clear bulge on his leg i look back at him he moved closer not saying a word his cock moving toward me''you have something plan tonight boy? your gf waiting for you?''''no nothing....i dont have a gf''his cock moved again and again . ''sad you are a cute white boy you should have one''he moved non stop up and down his pants non stop ''you are ok. She was wincing in pain. I was a mute witness. I was feeling ashamed and angry at being so helpless. The woman I loved so much and had taken care so delicately all these years was being treated so harshly right in front of my eyes and I could do nothing !One of the guys pulled hard at Jyoti’s kameez. It must have hurt her.“Arey araam, se Suri” the tallest guy said “pyar se nanga kar isse,”(“hey , softly, Suri. Make her naked lovingly”)“Saleem bhai,,mera lund khara ho gaya hai iske choot me. She also told that how difficult is it for a girl from traditional Indian background to talk to guys in general, leave alone hanging out or anything beyond. She went on and on that they too have sexual desires which need to be fulfilled and even said masturbation cannot be their alternative till they get married. And how the circumstances had forced to make her think of me in a sexual manner.As being a brother, no one would even doubt of any relationship other than brother sister. Now as she.