Nah! This is what you get for displeasing your mistress so I'm not going to let you up 'til you pass out!" She chuckled evilly as she continued to rid... out the heavy rocking of my body as I desperatly struggled.My lungs started to ache real bad as they hungered heavily for oxygen, but still no letting up, I started to feel dizzy and weak and the pain was indescribable. My eyes started to glaze over and I knew I couldn't fight the feeling of passing out anymore, and before I knew it-. ..butMiss Matilda yo..you ...I mean...I can't go out looking like this...." Hemanaged to stutter."And what is wrong with the way you are dressed Camille? You look adorablein that outfit and I will not hear another word about it. Imagine that,just a sissy boy for one day and you are already asking for fancierclothing. Maybe if you are a good sissy boy, Mz. Nelson will let you goshopping with her later. Now come along. I am hungry and we are running abit late." Miss Matilda, please. I didn't mean. "Okay, then. Step one is that you have to restore your demonstrated love for your Mom. Start texting her during the day, every day. Tell her you love her. Tell her you miss her. Hell, tell her you hunger to see her. That's going to be your homework. Now, can everybody get some vacation and come home in about a month?"When they all agreed they could do it and we settled on the dates, I told them, "If you have your Mom happy that you're showing her love and she's addicted to your daily phone. So I was horny.Ok, this horny guy, that is me, was travelling from Kerala to Chennai. I boarded the train from Trichur in the night train and it was a First class compartment of four berths. Yes, there was first class compartments, those days. Around 9 pm, the reached the next station,palakkad and a couple got in. The man was around 60 and was fat and also looking sick. The lady was in her early 50s or late 40s. She was fair with a well endowed body.They tried to have small conversation me but.