"Welcome my American friend to our country. We know what you filthy Americans are like and you must pass our customs inspection" the officer said, a l...ughter filling her voice. "Please no" I begged, the pee soaked crotch of my panties long forgotten as the panic took over. "Please" I said, tears seeping from my eyes, my make up starting to run. My composurehad gone; I was just a terrified woman. More terrified when I felt the officer's hands caress my skirted bottom. But that sensation was. I even gave a few of them a little half wave.Finally, one of them approached me. He seemed really nervous, but he managed to say, “Hi”.“Hi yourself. I take it you like my new halter. I just bought it, and this is the first time I’ve worn it. What’s your name?”“I ... uh ... Greg ... yes, I like it.”I giggled, “Are you here alone, or are you with someone?”“Just a friend. Our moms dropped us off here for the day.”“A friend ... boy or girl?”“Boy.”“Which one?”When he pointed to another boy about his. Lisa took hold of my cock while I reclined in the chair and slowly licked up the shaft to the top and then pulling the skin right back exposed the swollen head and then in one movement had my cock deep down her throat, I gasped out loud as her warm mouth enveloped me, Sally looked on and I could see was getting excited so Lisa motioned her to join in. Sally then got on her knees by Lisa’s side forcing my legs even wider as they both gave me an experience to remember.Both girls were very. The up-side to this was that I was being sent First Class, so there would at least be a bit of luxury to make the time pass that little bit quicker.The train was unexpectedly busy, and I found that I was sharing a table with three other people. They seemed nice enough, an American woman and her daughter, maybe 45 and 20 years old, and the daughter's Chinese-American friend who I guess was also about 20. I deduced all this from the idle chit-chat they were having – not loud, but when you're.