I am Ajay (), 27 years old. I work for software MNC in Chennai. I am new to writing, kindly forgive my narration, this is true incident happened recen...ly. I had to go to Coimbatore for a client visit.So I took Shatabdi Express in the morning to Coimbatore. Since it was week day…the train was not fully crowded, there were few empty seats. I kept my luggage in the luggage space just above my seat, I saw a lady trying to keep her baggage in front of my seat. Since it was heavy.. She couldn’t lift. Now however, she was so frustrated from having gone without since she came to England at the end of last term. She masturbated regularly but this was not much of a substitute for what she had been used to. Back home and at school she could have her pick of any male she wanted. She was used to getting sex at regularly and this going without was tearing her apart. If she didn’t get laid soon she was going to scream.Once they returned home from shopping, Kajira took her new clothing up to her room. In doing so, one digit depressed to the first knuckle as the dark rimmed circle slowly gave way by relaxing. Now hard as a branch from an ironwood tree, small soft hand, grasped his cock, lifting her hips guiding his teenage cock into the entrance of her cunt, already flowing with lubricated juices. His index finger was buried to its middle joint, pulling out and pressing back in, as tight muscles strongly grasped his digit. His fat pre-cum dripping member has now fully engulfed deep within. ”Now I get my small twine to bind her lovely breasts. I slowly and very methodically bind first one, then the other, pushing them out and making them bulbous and quite red, blood gorged as it were. I pop on a couple of c-clamps to her expanded nipples. I tighten them slowly and allow the pain to rise nicely and sensually. My slut moans. I say, “Does my slut like the pain, smiling evilly.”She moans again. I smack her face lightly and then yank back on her hair hard. She grimaces as I say, “You.