My orgasm really hit then, and it was so intense it was almost psychedelic – I could feel my body moving, but my brain was completely separate, like...it was frozen in time. I was cumming so hard my fingers had slowed right down so they were just gently circling over my clit, rubbing his sperm in, and I was able to totally relax and feel every detail of our orgasms: the release of my juices all over the head of my brother’s cock as it pulsated against my cervix, and the feeling of him filling me. I had to wipe too; I’d been leaking his cum during the trip and now, my cheeks, my little balls and the crotch of my panties were a slimy sticky mess. He waited and watched as I used the toilet, wiped what I could then stood up. There was no reason to pull the panties up – they would be coming right back down in a very short time.What I didn’t like about the paddle, were the three rows of big holes in it. I allowed Jack to help me over his lap then adjust my position. Once my skirt was pulled. ’ ‘I hope you got the right size,’ I said. ‘Yup, 9 EEE for you,’ he said. ‘Steel toed boots like you had in Iraq. I also got you a revolver that’s untraceable.’ I thanked him and he shut the door. After that, we went to the building where they zipped my back up and wheeled me into an elevator. I could feel it go down but I didn’t know how far. When it stopped, the door opened and they wheeled me out. I heard a voice tell the ambulance crew to leave me there and head on back. I heard the. The fingers started to pump in and out of me and my hips started to move in response to the stimulation. I closed my eyes to just enjoy the sensations and was biting my bottom lip when I opened my eyes again to see the face of the man in front of me. He had a puzzled expression on his face and was sniffing the air. I sniffed and realised that he was smelling my pussy juices. I felt a bit embarrassed and proud, both at the same time.The fingers were just getting me close to cuming when the train.