I couldn’t hear what it was, but they all listened intently. Then I looked at Susan. She too was leaning in and it spread her top open so that almos... all of her tits were visible to the men at the table. A little lower and her nipples would have popped out. So that was the plan. Very clever I thought to myself. None of the men looked at the man who was talking. All of their eyes were clearly on my wife’s tits. They all laughed and then leaned back. One of the men slid his arm around Susan’s. The train pulled out of the station, we were still alone, in our individual compartment, and as the platform melted away, Sara got up and went back to continue where they left off.We had twenty minutes or so until the next stop, and Sara wasted no time, she straddled him, her legs either side instead of sitting on his lap, his hand free to run up and down her open thighs, while Sara kissed and tongued his mouth.I could see he was touching her crotch, she started to moan in genuine pleasure, her. After your funeral, we may need to come back, so your lovely wife and daughter can service him!"The rage and fear were too much, I began to cry, I lowered my head in submission and nodded.He took in a deep breath and continued his orders with a smile of conquest, "OK, here is how it is going to go. Number 2 is the cameraman. When I say action, you will drop to your knees on floor, look up at number 3 and repeat the following lines." I am a cocksucker. I have always been a cocksucker. I want to. ' With a slight shake of her head, she pushed back onto Darryl's cock.She had no choice, really. Darryl had made absolutely sure of that. I hated him for it. And worshiped him too."Yeah, boys," he shouted as his cock slowly vanished. "We got us a real breeder here. This slut is totally committed."Never have I seen her more beautiful than that very instant. It was more than I could ever hope to bring out in her. All thanks to that mother-fucking, son-of-a-bitch Darryl.My wife's eyes never left.