I packed light. It was after Dussehra, so the only train was packed. The general had people hanging from the doors. The sleeper wasn’t much better. ... inched ahead to find a seat.But every seat and floor was taken by loud, sweaty workers in just Bermuda or lungi. Being bisexual, I was turned on a bit by their half-nude bodies. I gave up looking for seats at the end of the compartment. I sat down in front of the washbasin. The doors and couch connectors were closed. All lights were out. There. You stop for a moment and begin to take off your top something catches your ear and you hear moaning off to your left as you look over. You don't see anyone but you're hearing it as you proceed to walk towards some low-lying trees. Quietly one step at a time. You begin to see where the moaning is coming from. You see this couple, the woman is lying on her stomach her ass is arched up in the air, and her arms and legs are spread out. Her moaning and breathing getting louder and louder, and. I grabbed her hands pulling them away from her face and let her know that she was just finishing very quickly and not to worry about it. I told her that we just needed to keep going. She got up on her knees and looked back at me and said, “I’ve watched my daddy fuck my mommy like this before can we try it this way?” She got on all fours on the little sofa her hands on the back of the couch and her ass pointing up in the air. Her pussy that was so small and tight before was now red and gaped. Her young, tight body was a sheen of sweat, and cum oozed from her still pulsing pussy. "Didn't I tell you NOT to move your hands, young lady?" he said. "Y-yes Sir. But I couldn't he..." she tried to explain. "I don't want to hear your excuses!" he said sternly. "I guess I'm going to have to tie those arms so you can't move them." "No please, Sir! I am sorry I won't move them again!" she pleaded with him. "Quiet, slut. I warned you not to move them and now you will pay the consequences," he.