From the accents I could tell they were American. It seemed they were university students on an adventure, probably using Inter-rail travel cards to g...t around.I got out a book and started reading. My seat was at the end of the crriage near the WC so from time to time each of the girls would pass by to use the facilities, and then to head back to her friends. I have always been a voyeur and enjoyed admiring the girls as they came and went. All were wearing sweaters and tight denim jeans. Nice. We walked over to the jacuzzi, knowing that we would only have 15 minutes to relax in it before it closed. When we got there, however, there was no one there. No other renters, no management, no security to lock the gates. We walked in and sat in the jacuzzi. She scooted close to me, and laid her head on my left shoulder. I began to stroke her back, and she let out a small moan. Then, using my right hand, I reached out and lightly grabbed her breast. She gasped and moved my hand away. "What are. She said it scornfully in her mind. That had been her first question after the abduction. ‘Who told you I wanted a make-over?’ Marta had been the one to step forward and tell her. With her hair pulled back neatly, tightly, into a chignon, brainy black plastic glasses, and a skirt suit that made Dez’s look like trash, she was formidable. She clicked efficiently with her heels, towered, took up space, pursed her red-black lips and narrowed perfectly lined and mascara’d eyes, crossed long,. .. Alicea felt a rush of heat betweenher legs. She wanted to move away. She wanted to flee. But she wasn’tfucking, she wasn’t fucking... She was guarded by his swim trunks andher panties.She wasn’t fucking...But the erotic flush was still enough for her body toinstinctively push back and onto his cock.“Ohh!” she gasped as he mashed her against the machine, droppingthe iced tea. His hands started caressing her hips and sides, pushing therobe well above her waist, as he humped harder against.