Soon after, Phileas Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, and Passepartout, installed in a carriage with Aouda, who had the best seat, were whirling at full spe...d towards Benares. It was a run of eighty miles, and was accomplished in two hours. During the journey, the young woman fully recovered her senses. What was her astonishment to find herself in this carriage, on the railway, dressed in European habiliments, and with travelers who were quite strangers to her!Her companions first set about fully. She wasn't too bad, but she wasn't good enough tomerit my sitting there and giving myself into her lack of a skilled tongueand mouth. I slid my hand to the inside of her thigh at the knee, slowly kneadingthe flesh there. Slowly kneading the flesh higher, higher. Running one lightfinger over her thin and wet thong, flowing my fingers under her thong to sitat the top of her little mound. My four fingers, side by side, glided overthe shaved surface of her sex. She moaned as I passed over her lips,. I let my fingers part her swollen lips and tease the rim of her vaginal opening, which made her moan and her body shuddered in eager anticipation. "What is your name, my dear?" I asked her."I am called Verarea, my king," she said.As I toyed with her dripping pussy, I spoke to her, and the rest of the girls, in a low deep voice. "Well, Verarea, back home where I come from, redheads like yourself are well known for being exceptionally dirty, nasty girls. Girls who like really raunchy sex, who. She circled back to his front, grabbed her impossibly large python and brought her glans to his lips. It was hardening rapidly and pulsing with lust.“Get to work, slut. Hands behind your back.”Jon clasped his hands behind him and pushed his face forward. His mother’s girthy phallus slid through his lips and deep into his mouth as he moaned happily. Jon loved her pungent aroma. He tasted a day’s worth of stink and sweat, combined with just a hint of flowery scent from the fabric softener he’d.