The hairy man had her right nipple in his mouth and was suckling greedily.She winced everytime he chewed on her tender bud and squeezed her breast wit... his hand.His other hand was warm against her taut tummy a finger mining in her navel.She felt his hair against her soft skin and the feel of him filled her with revulsion.Nusrat sobbed loudly as the other man got down under the covers and licked out at her innocent vagina.He pushed her legs apart and worked her labia.His stubble hurt her soft. He smiles and says a quick hello and good morning. A warm smile on her red lips and a "Good morning, Sir," is his gift in return.Denise, his driver, is dressed with a purpose. Her skirt is dangerously short and must have Lycra in it to grip her perfect ass that tight. Her smooth legs are perfectly displaying the pattern on her stockings. Her short black jacket barely covers her crisp white blouse, fitted to her curves perfectly. There are enough buttons on the blouse open to just show the top. My train from Delhi to Jalandhar Cantt was to leave the station by 2.20 pm. But I reached early so.I was just sitting. Then by luck, a good looking girl came by my seat. She was on 49 and I was with 48 seats. We started talking and I got to know that she had a hard time with her boyfriend and was in trouble because of him. When the train started, we both discontinued our talk for some time. But at around 4, I felt thirsty and asked her for the water to which she replied, ” you should not take. God did I need him in my life."This is one of Matt and my favorite places," I remember telling him."I have only been here once, but it seems like a great place. I know this is tough, but remember I'm here to listen if you need a shoulder to cry on," he said.We talked all through dinner about our past, the things we liked and of course Matt. Jim made me feel a little better by reassuring me that Matt was one of the toughest guys he knew and would pull through.After dinner, he dropped me off at.