.i moan "god yes" as the hand slides up my cock and begin to slowly rub my head and down my shaft and up again...i feel it stop and then my boxers sta...t to slide down and then it begins again i feel a hand rubbing my balls and the another grasp my big hard cock and starts jerking it nice and good i throw the shits off im so big and hard throbing...i hear another whisper..."i have a surprise for you" as im getting dick tugged on i feel kisses on my stomach and as she slides her hand up my shaft. After I used the bathroom, I started going through the clothes. I put on a pair of lacy black boy shorts and matching teddy. Then I put on the black sheer thigh highs and black garter belt. I looked in the mirror and could not believe that I was about to do this. When I came out of the bathroom, he was waiting for me on his couch. He told me to get down on my hands and knees and crawl over to him. If I had been dressed in a man’s clothes I would have never listened, but the inner submissive in. But tonight was an exception. It was no ordinary drill, the tip of it was wide and had saw-like edges. This was either used to drill some seriously wide holes or perhaps made for this type of thing alone. I started begging for mercy as the guy walked down between my legs. I begged as much as the gag ring would allow me before the first guy forced my head back against the workbench. The drill was inserted into my pussy but it was still not on. I trembled in fear, knowing what was going to. The platform was filled with people saying goodbye to their family and friends. The air filled with the fumes from the diesel engine, the aroma of snacks from the food vendors, the sweat of the porters and others, and the flowery smells of the first-class passengers as they made their way to the front carriages."All Aboard!" The conductor shouted and let out a long whistle, followed by the blare of the engine horn.It didn't take long for the train to begin to pull out of the station, headed.