I had forgotten how great her tits looked. They were large and barely contained by the red bra she was wearing. They stood out proudly from her chest,...young and supple, the skin a beautiful pale pink. I turned around, now pressing Sarah into the wall. I let my hands run down her sides and onto her hips, my fingers touching her toned ass as I pulled her against me. I was kissing her neck, gently nibbling it with my teeth and she moaned, tossing her head back to allow me better access. As I. "Groeten mijn mooie, mooie meisjes! Als u zeer zorgvuldig luistert en alles doet die ik zeg, zal geen kwaad aan om het even welk u komen." The woman in the centre then nodded her head as if understanding the voice."Greetings my pretty, pretty girls," the voice changed to English. "If you listen very carefully and do all that I say, no harm will come to any of you." Now it was my turn to nod in understanding.As soon as the voice was finished, yellow revolving lights lit up on the wall behind the. Was this his intention, to make my mind wander and make me more and more aroused?He slides a finger under the edge of my panties and strokes my lips with the backside of his finger. I hear someone walking further down the car. He withdraws his hand and removes mine just before I look up and into the eyes of the tall handsome man from before. His name tag says his name is Erik. He smiles, once again, as me and my partner in crime take up our conversation, talking about whatever unnecessary. ” He looked at me. “Put it out of your mind, boy.” He smiled. “You have a train to catch.”Vermilion Station was, by far, the most grandiose monument to the United Kingdom I had ever set foot upon. And remember, I had been aboard the IFS Zephyr on her first and final voyage. The station itself covered nearly the same square footage as Gilbert Bates’ mansion, but where his mansion was subdivided within by many rooms, the station was a single massive space, held aloft by thick pillars of carved.