A Bangladeshi lady wearing bright red salwar kameez with her head covered in cloth walked passed Alex and he stared at her bum as she walked away and ...aid "ffffwwooohhhhh!!!!"...love those bum cheeks mate!! and looked at me with awe in his eyes and I laughed telling him "Mate, you already getting horny now?!"....calm down a bit mate!" he then replied..."Sorry mate!...just can't stop looking init!"...He then got up and told me that he was going to the toilet and while he got up, another. This one had, for no apparent reason, shut off power to the station's lifts. Lacking the usual escalators, that meant a long spiraling journey down a cramped staircase. My wife and I were both pooped by the bottom. When the train pulled in, we fell into the seats. I tapped her on the shoulder; she turned toward me briefly and smiled and we settled in for the short ride to our hotel.That's when I began to scan the passengers around me. It was the usual eclectic collection, but just one woman. “You are to stay like that until I return” she ordered. With that she walked out of the door shutting it behind her. It was difficult to tell how long my mistress was away. My erection went and I started to think about what this “surprise” might be. No doubt it would be something for her amusement and my humiliation. Eventually after running through a number of scenarios and possibilities in my head I was aware of a shuffling noise from outside the room, together with the footsteps of my. ..forget about it..where were we...so you like me calling you a slut? Huh you filthy whore! Look at your sloppy cunt...” came his father's voice...but strangely raspy and he was panting. Rory stepped back. He did not know many of the words his father used. But it seemed like he was really angry with his mother. But why was he kind of whispering then? Whenever he was angry at other times, he yelled hard. His mother was now saying, “oh god damn yesss....I am such a whore....give me more cocks,.