Finally they broke apart, and Sara was certainly flushed looking, and not surprisingly, but she subdued and agitated at the same time and in a new way... The train pulled out of the station, we were still alone, in our individual compartment, and as the platform melted away, Sara got up and went back to continue where they left off.We had twenty minutes or so until the next stop, and Sara wasted no time, she straddled him, her legs either side instead of sitting on his lap, his hand free to run. Mein Arsch und die Oberschenkel glühten schon im wilden Striemenmuster. Endlich kam das erlösende „Im Trab!“, und mit diesem Befehl zog Abdul die Kandare etwas forsch an, so dass mein Kopf tief in den Nacken gebeugt wurde. Oh, diese Qual in meinem Mund! Ich war nur noch ein Bündel aus Schmerz, nur noch ein geschundenes Tier!Nach vielleicht 5 Minuten im Trab, die mir trotzdem wie Stunden vorkamen, bekam ich wieder mehr Luft, aber meine Beine fühlten sich bleischwer und wie weiches Wachs an.. For her legs were wide open and her feet secured to keep them that way.Looking to right and left she saw four other young women, all similarly bound and similarly awakening to the horrors of a new and ghastly life away from family, friends and kindness. She must be dreaming this! Her recent fantasies had made her sleeping mind conjure up this grim vision. In a few minutes she would wake up.A man appeared. He was large, he was bearded and he was holding a leather whip. A five bladed Slave Whip!. It was too soon. Maybe later I would.“You are so nice, Bill. I’m glad we met and you asked me out. The food is wonderful and you are wonderful.” Then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Probably the first time she’d ever kissed a boy.“You are wonderful too, Lynn. And you’re fun to be with. To say nothing about how gorgeous you are.”Her face turned pink again, but she didn’t break eye contact with me as two tears ran down her cheeks.“Hey! What are those tears for?” I asked as I gently.