@She sits up in on my lap, humping up and down on my bigpole, as we watch the videotape that I shot that night.It was all so easy. I only had to relea...e the woman inher and she became mine.My hands are on her little girl breasts, my fingerssqueezing her hard little nipples. She is leaningagainst my chest and I smell the sweetness of herred hair. There is no resistance from her now, onlya desire to experience more of her own sexuality. Ispurt into her once again just as she cums too.It is. I tried to free myself from this situation. But at that very moment, the train stopped and suddenly a lot more people boarded the train. And I was again pushed towards Madhu. This time it was so severe that Madhu got stuck tightly on the sidewall of the train.I was tightly sticking to her. My whole body was tightly pressing Madhu’s body. When the train started, we both adjusted a little so that we could make some space between us. But now my dick was fully erect and was touching her ass over. The scene I picked was at the very end and I watched as the stud in the video pulled his big dick out of his costar's cunt and blasted his cum all over her tits and belly while she squeezed his balls. I was just about to spurt too when I heard this disembodied voice say, "Let me suck it." My hand stopped in mid stroke and I looked around horrified for who had said that. He said it again - "Let me suck it." - And I finally saw the source. There was a small hole in the wall between my booth and. She started her recital with an aria from ‘Le nozze di Figaro’.From the opening note to the end of the performance, I was held captive by Monique’sbeautiful voice, enfolded in a golden bubble of sound and feelings of love, hope, friendship, and joy.Every aria she sung rung in my heart and sanctified my soul.Sorrow vanished. Hate and anger were vanquished. Fear was banished, as her glorious voice, and the sublime music of the great Mozart, washed over me.At the end of her recital Monique.