The blonde was wearing a white bra and panty set, white hose and suspenders. Both of them were wearing tall stiletto heels that matched their outfits....reg and I just stood there with our eyes and mouths wide open. "Hi boys," the brunette said"Is there anything fun to do around here?" the blond finished, while leaning forward to give us an unhindered look at her cleavage."Who, who are you?" I managed to stammerBoth of them looked hurt. "Why, we're Sheila and Jean." The blonde said."And we're. We adjust our seats and after some exchange of tickets we managed to sit together on the upper birth. We chatted for long. We sit there like a married couple. At 10:00PM everyone in the compartment went into sleep. Train was in its top speed. Lights were off. We smooches each other and I touched her breast from outside her cloth. She was excited and opened my zip. She put her hand inside my pant and able to down my underwear. I helped her to down my underwear. She holds my cock. My penis was. - All the characters follows the stipulated by the site, being older than 18 years old.***WARNING***What follows is a fictional story which has focus on slavery and rape, but not made to offend anyone. If you feel offended by kidnapping, raping, humiliation or torture of any kind, please, quit reading.Cheers,A2O---Chace McCartson - Part IIIWith Erica still in my lap I spent some time explaining her rules to follow and they were pretty simple. I'd be watching her every move from the camera. She took her time with this double-ended hand-groping of my private parts…occasionally building up a wad of saliva in her watering mouth and slowly, carefully letting it drip down in front of our torsos, onto my penis, as she rubbed it into my balls and the rest of my penis shaft, she was delicately man-handling.“Stephanie--” I protested, “I really don’t think you should do this! You don’t have to do this to me, you know.”“Shut UP Little man!” she snapped, as she pushed my back up against the.