I could wrap both hands around it, one on top of the other and still not cover the length of it. Now the question is, am I really this much of a slut?...As it turns out, I am. I leaned over in the car and began sucking his huge cock. I tried to get as much as I could in my mouth and suck, but only seemed to successfully get to about 2/3 of it, leaving enough room for my hand to keep stroking all the way to the base. He was talking to me the whole time and the more he talked, the more it made me. And he said yes. Well, when Russell came back and told me, he said leave your car here, you really don't need to be driving anyway. So I got in the car with Russell and Tommy. Me and Russell in the front seat and Tommy in the back. On the way to my apartment, I was rubbing on Russell's cock. Russell said "Do what you do best, baby". So I proceeded to unbutton and unzip his jeans which had a full blown hard on. It sprang out and I immediately started stroking it. I pulled it completely. ‘But my husband, Count Lombardi, he is Italian.’ Count Lombardi. Yes, I had heard of him. He was very wealthy. And very…… old. I wondered if there might be an opportunity to share more than champagne and conversation with the beautiful Juliette. We finished the bottle of champagne, and continued to chat. Then suddenly there was a great roar as the train plunged into the Simplon Tunnel. The noise made conversation a little difficult. Juliette stood up, and said, ‘Thank you for your company,. I decided, fuck, its time to finally move on, so with my sweaty hands I opened the doors and stepped out the car (bfore had to fix my cock, making it less visible), took my presents for him and started to walk (trying to act nonchalant) towards him. At one point he noticed me, looking to me, and I looked back to him. I saw in his eyes something…was it a spark? Anger? Surprise? Couldn’t tell, so I came closer to him. Didn’t know how I looked like, but I know myself, cant hide my feelings, I was.