Diary of Arthur CorbettAboard the American-Orient Express9 p.m. Sunday, near SeattleWe glided out of the station just before 6 this evening. John had ...lready left for home when I boarded, a bit flustered by my comments about trains, the poor fellow.I situated my things in my compartment and was just going to sit and rest a bit when the steward came through, ringing the chimes for the evening soiree. Recalling the rules of the journey, I dressed in a smoking jacket and cravat before making my. If it wasn't for the small amount of hand to hand combat I received in the military I would have been overwhelmed as well, but I had the element of surprise and I dispersed the thugs quickly. She was almost dead, her connection fading, only images of her home we're clear enough for me to understand. Gingerly I picked her up, but barely a gasp of pain passed her lips as your head rolled back, she was unconscious. As the images begin to fade she turned toward me and placed her face against my. Erica followed behind me, arranging all the lamps, baskets and knick-knacks, and adding additional holiday decorations as we went. With the last of the furniture in place, I turned and gave her a high-five."This is all our secret, right? If your Mom asks, the Christmas elves stopped by to help clean up. You did a great job, Erica."She smiled and held her arms out to me. I leaned down and gave her a hug."Thank you," she whispered, just before she let go and disappeared up the stairs.I felt a. ....... we are going to oil your magnificent tits and fuck them too........Fuck we want you so fucking much.....”Finally, Christian let go of me and Martin slowly unzipped my dress from the back. I stood in front of two men who I had only just met and my husband, and was in the throes of having my cocktail dress removed by another new acquaintance. “Just fucking beautiful,” said Jaden, admiring me standing there in my sexy lingerie, as I helped Martin lift the dress over my head.Jaden then.