I tried so hard to keep my breathing under control and my fingers still. His fingers felt along my slit, stroking and entering a little way. The feeli...g was fantastic. I wanted to shout him to fuck me hard but I lay there quite still as his fingers slowly removed mine and then set about to work on my pussy. Fighting continually not to let him know he had power over me I lay quite still. You have to try and imagine it. Your pussy is being worked on slowly and gently using every trick you would. Now he was squeezing the boob without any fear of someone seeing what he was doing and I still could not do anything. Then I felt another hand also entering my anchal and grabbing my other breast.But this man’s other hand was holding the train’s rod for support! So….. someone else was holding my other breast……. Both of them kept pressing and playing with my breasts under the anchal and then they slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled the bra up, taking hold of my naked breast. They began. Although they only appeared every two years, it was a nice little bonus, but at that moment in time, all I could think about was the promised pleasures of the night to come.I had to put up with the tears again when I handed her a hundred and fifty-seven pounds and fifty pence, but she'd more than earned it, and as I said earlier, I got a hell of a lot of pleasure from watching her put it into her pocket.(Thankfully, she'd changed into a pair of jeans before going to the wholesalers with me.)We. Sarah had put the light out, so even when Doreen opened her eyes she couldn’t make out who had joined her. Only when a hand slid up her leg, and worked its way into her knickers did she guess it was Sam. ‘Fuck off Sam you oversexed fucker’ she giggled. The hand ignored her, and she felt the insistent push of fingers into her cunt. Fuck it she thought I enjoyed this the last time, why not in Sarah’s bedroom. She felt quite wicked letting her husband play with her cunt, whilst the party was.