She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were in full view for a few seconds before she stood back up. She must have noticed that I was looking at her...as our eyes met, I quickly looked to the glass and thanked her. I felt my cock begin to stir in my pants and crossed my legs hoping she wouldn't see the bulge that had begun to grow. She went back to the kitchen to get herself a glass of tea and returned, sitting on the sofa a few feet from me. We sipped our tea, then out of the blue she said. I could look down and watch him while still sucking his partner and it was exciting. After a few minutes of that he moved back up onto his knees behind me and I heard the click of a plastic cap being opened followed by the unmistakable squishing sound of a liquid being forced from a tube. Suddenly my asshole was being slathered with lubricant before shortly thereafter being penetrated with fingers. I stopped sucking cock long enough to look back and see the partner rubbing his own cock while. She lays there in just her tight, long sleeved purple shirt, its neck line low, her electric blue push up bra working wonders, her hot pink lacey boy briefs revealing a shaved mound. Her long legs parted, her knees bent on the bunk. They stand there and watch her, a hand on her ankle, and their other hand on their cocks just watching. Amazed at their luck, at finding a great way to break the boredom of their long train ride. She smiles at them, and moves her body closer to the edge of the bunk,. There was such beauty in her suffering, he could not deny it. Her body, racked on the cross, pierced by the cruel iron spikes, barely moving, shone in the early afternoon sun. He became aware of a stirring in his groin. He saw her open eyes and was glad that his loose pants covered his incipient erection. He could not hold her eyes and his sight strayed down to her belly, sucked in by her suspension. Her thighs, splayed open by her nailing, exposed her sex obscenely, and the small red scar, at.