”My night was filled with train whistles, a handsome sheriff, and bandits. The next morning I bade her goodbye and headed for Keystone.I met him whe... I boarded the train. He was sitting in the seat ahead of me, and I wondered if he was part of the shootout re-enactment. His rugged look with his chaps, jeans, and mustache took me back to an earlier time, when people were honest, and trustworthy. I licked my lips hungrily, wondering what he sounded like, and better yet what he looked like under. I can come back later if you're busy. Besides, I know your wife usually has a pot on back in the living section, and I could always impose on her. She said so, after all," I said with a grin.He grinned back, saying, "You seem to be in good humor, already. What brought on this change?" A prospective patient. It was a most unusual case, but I could not help this person. I was able to dispense advice, though," I replied a bit mysteriously.The days rolled by into weeks, which then rolled into first. I ask her: — Hello Aicha, did you sleep well? — Hi, yes thank you. You had a dream and you even spoke. Ouch! I wonder what I did say. I am not asking the question, but she continues, — You were talking about a harem and a whip. — I was having a nightmare...probably. — Probably yes. FYI, we do not wash ourselves here, now. After the cleaning, we will take a shower. I ask her: — Is it hard, the cleaning? — It must be impeccable, Chris supervises and she knows how to be. This gets you bucking and sucking even harder. Other men are standing around and taking in all this while beating furiously on their own cocks. I see a woman kissing another woman in the seat next to her over a few seats from me and she is fondling the woman through her blouse. The entire compartment is on fire with the heat of the moment, of this sexual sacrifice of you to the lust Gods. You are being overly played with in sex, simple raw sex that is not usual for this world. You are a sex toy.