I felt completely drained as I looked down at my watch. "Three minutes and 12 seconds. Three young virgins for my pleasure." I explained what and how ...he was to provide me as I untied her. "They must be girls you know now, not something you pick up off the street. You must tell them that they will be fucked, sucked, and do sucking of their own. They will give and get face to each other as well as you. They must be able to spend the entire week-end. They will also assist me in tormenting you.. I just, I'm fine," I finished lamely. He nodded, and just stared into my eyes. For just a second I thought I saw a smile on his face. Then the train started into the night, and the lights dimmed for the sleeping passengers. I wished I could sleep, but I knew there was no way, not now. Not with this hard-on and certainly not with this incredible German next to me. I sat back and watched him out of the corners of my eyes. My cock was throbbing against my zipper. This was torture. He wasn't. The plane was now vibrating as if it was about to desintegrate. "As I said, you can still save your own life. All you need to do is sign your name in your own blood on any sufrace." You mean... It's a demonic pact? I would sell my soul?" he asked nervously."Oh, don't be so dramatic. With all your misbehavings since your last confession years ago, did you really think your soul was due to some boring place with feathered assholes in dressing gowns?" she asked, chuckling at her own joke while. They all smiled as I glanced at them and tilted their drinks up toasting me. I quickly faced the band again. With each song, my body danced in time to the music, rocking back and forth in the chair. Many men had come forward, asking for a dance, but I had declined all offers, choosing to just watch and sit. The barmaid came to my table and placed a fresh margarita down. Nodding to the men behind me, she said "with their compliments." As I turned my head to thank them, my face almost touched the.