I looked at the other occupants of the sleeper cabin. All were sound asleep on their cots.I pulled back the thin blanket that was covering me and tugg...d aside my boxers, allowing my hardening cock to spring out. It quivered a little before I gripped it in my left hand and began to stroke it, slowly masturbating, enjoying the feeling of relaxation it gave me.I sighed quietly and thought about the evening’s events.What a trip it had been. After a long journey travelling Europe by rail, the last. A servant was waiting to hand over the keys to us. We asked him to get Lalit to the toilet and then he left. As Lalit kept hugging the closet, we went around the house. We found a running computer in one of the rooms which showed a live feed of the rooms.Pinky: That bastard was trying to film us.I shut down the feed and Pinky pulled out the hard disk. She went into the toilet, closed the closet seat on his head and flushed. I shot the video of Lalit getting face wash in his vomit.Pinky: I feel. Brett reached down and undid her black bikini top, revealing Sam's perky 32C's. Sam was making gurgling sounds and she deep throated Brett's cock. He then grabbed her head and began fucking her face, the tip of his dick more than likely going down her throat. He abruptly pulled her head off his cock, Sam gasped loudly for air and a long line of saliva hung from her mouth to Brett's dick. He helped her up and again bent her over, Sam once again grabbed the small tree as Brett got behind her. He. “Why Melanie?” I asked. I saw Mom stiffen slightly at the name. She attempted and failed to sound matter of factly “What sweetie”. “Why did you decide to call yourself Melanie when you work as a prostitute?”. I felt my cock getting hard as I said that to my Mom, and seeing her reaction as she discovered her 18 year old son knew she fucked for money.“I don,t know what your on about you silly boy” She replied, and started being more meticulous with drying the plate in her hands. “Dad know?” I.