I want to come down as she was seated on the lower berth to have a proper face to face look at her. But couldn’t come down immediately because of my...boner. Sometimes these boners are a pain in the ass. You literally can not act as you want. But some after it was gone. I came down but again as I came down I had to sit down immediately as I was again up for her. Then after some time, people in my compartment started to talk about politics, demonetization, etc. Even I shared my comments on. I’m not screaming anymore – and Mistress, supervising, yanks my hair up to see what Her girl is feeling. My eyes are closed and I can’t talk – just moan, and grunt, and ululate a need for more. “That’s my fucking little twat.” She whispers. Grinding his teeth loud enough that I can hear them clicking together, the Bull grabs my shoulders and folds me against him as he shudders and convulses behind and within me, pounding and grinding out every last drop of cum that his body can bear to part. ‘It me Aaron,’ he said from the other side of the door. I walked over to the door and open it. ‘What do you want?’ I asked him as he stood in front of me with just a pair of shorts on. Aaron was a year older then me and he had been on the wrestling team, played football and basketball in high school. Our rooms sat right across from each other. I could look out of my bedroom window at him in his room. Sometime I would sit in my room in the dark and watch him as he work out. He had the best. I moaned softly, not wanting to admit that I actually missed having them inside me. He then replaced his fingers by an empty beer bottle. I cried out as he bastard shoved the bottle into my anus, while he was still pounding my dripping cunt. The men standing around started to cheer and make comments as I moaned and gasped. All of a sudden, I realized that my body was going to betray me again, as I felt another intense orgasm building. I was unsure whether to try to suppress it, or buck back.