And I sat to a corner of my berth and she put her head close to my thigh and legs against window wall and slept. I could see her cleavage and I was sl...wly getting aroused. I am not a sex hungry guy but I like to make girls sleep on my lap and pet them, caress where ever possible and make love to them in a romantic manner.Anyway, back to story. Since I was sitting at corner of the berth and her head was touching my thigh, her cleavage was quite visible and man that sight and feeling was. ? Nice tits! ? They all leered at thedangling orbs with the thick areolas and long nipples. The other one snickered. ? We don ' t get to see a spy- bitch ' s tits everyday! ? When they grew tired of listening to their captive ' s incessant whining,one of them bunched up what used to be her bra and stuffed the cotton materialin her mouth, gagging her. There was nothing she could do to prevent these men from freely pawing herbig breasts; teasing, pinching and twisting the nipples. Her objections. The loud thumping of the music's beat quickly takeshold of me and I head straight for the dance floor where I sway my hipsand shake my ass to the music. Every once in awhile a guy will come upto me and try to talk to me trying to get me to join him in a booth orsomething else but each time I ignore him lost in the beat of the music.Eventually I make my way to the bar, breathing hard and flushed withpleasure from the music and dancing I order a vodka cranberry. I slowlysip it as I look around at. The signs were all there but as I was raised in, a fundamental background all sex was a sin and a subject not discussed in our household. I can't be sure if my mother ever noticed or just didn't understand the signs. One would think that because I preferred to play Barbie with the neighborhood girls to baseballing, or whatever they call it, with the neighborhood boys would raise a red flag. I realized early in life that I was the 'odd' man out but had no idea that it was just because I didn't.