It had started with me being terrified of him, I am talking absolute abject terror. If it had not been for my strong self-esteem and sense of who I am...Master would have succeed in breaking my spirit forcing me to give up, but I am not sure if he ever wanted me to break. Instead I fought him, I may have bent but break I did not. I remained me, my sense of humor and intelligent intact, but I have to admit there is a new part to me, an essence that he brought kicking and screaming to my surface. One fine day I was travelling in the train from kolkatta to Mumbai in AC III tier coach and I was in B I and birth no was 3. All was going well I had my dinner then I was ready for sleep and I slept around 11.30 pm some one hand touched my legs and waking me up I thought it would be TTE and took out my ticket and forwarded towards that hand in the sleep only but again I found somebody touching my legs and shaking them then I got up and saw that it was a girl not TTE she was wearing low cut top. I was in heaven as the buxom blonde entered the lift. ‘Morning….’ I said brightly, trying to look into her blue eyes and ignore the abundance of soft cleavage that was thrust into my vision. ‘Yes it is.’ She snapped back in a tone that clearly said I was beneath her notice and to keep my eyes where they belonged. ‘Her G-string must be wound a bit tight.’ I murmured and shrugged as I made my way to the desk I was using. Yes, I glanced back as she turned away from me to take a good long look at. She was close enough to see the look of wicked pleasure on his face, and see it change to almost comical eye-popping excitement as his erection slid into the woman’s eager mouth. His knees buckled once and Robin giggled to herself. Men looked so funny while they are getting head. A thrill of the forbidden ran thru her, and she glanced quickly around. No one anywhere, but the dark sky and Pacific Ocean behind her, and the lovers, unaware of her and framed by the light of their glass door. .