The compartment was typical of the Victorian rail system found in India in 1888: Heavy upholstered seats with brass fittings and velvet curtains. Davi... had never been in first class on the rail journeys he had undertaken in the past, only being able to afford second-class, which entailed sitting on hard bench seats in an open carriage packed with other travellers.He found out from Mr. Cox that his firm represented the Prince’s interests, and it would seem that he was one of their most. “Fine, but don’t try anything dumb afterwards, or the nest strap will be around your neck. Hmm!” C commanded D with a hum and he started taking off her rope.When she was freed of the straps, she reluctantly placed her right palm on his left shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind it, so she started rubbing him from his left cheek down to his neck.“Do you like the way I feel, babe?” C asked her, and as her palm reached back towards his mouth, he kissed it, as he kept fucking her, still squeezing her. Mandy and Victor had already decided what was going to happen before the conversation even got started: they were going to continue their illicit love affair whether I liked it or not. I could either leave or stay and accept the situation. I loved Mandy more than life itself, worshipped every inch of her, from her head to her toes – quite literally, sometimes – but this was something I would have to accept. I had no other choice.Even though my wife is ten years my junior – thirty-five years old. The room suddenly went alive. Kyle and I jumped up and Ms Dottie did nothing to stop them. We all knew that anybody who interfered would end up getting kicked, punched and verbally abused. They had to get it out of their system on their own. This was a bit strange as both girls were in their early 20s, several years older than rest of us but couldn't seem to graduate - no matter how hard they tried. Rumor had it that they were coke addicts and even worse - lesbians. "Lesbians" - that word.