As the train lurched it regained the motion of the journey, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assaulter whispered in...my ear in his thick accent.“Next station, you get off, go up stairs there is a men’s room, you go in, we meet you in there”.I was two stops away from my station, I was not going to get off, I had been forced, this would show compliance, I would not do it.We drew into the station, the guys had stepped back, my mind was blank, I was following my. One is tall and fit-looking. Erect, strong and unmistakably handsome. He walks behind. The other is older, smaller, wearing his elegant clothes with just a touch less accomplishment and panache. He looks like someone who has come to refinement and affluence rather later in life. He walks in front. He also does not look particularly happy.It is the smaller man whom Appleyard greets warmly.“Mikhail Barysovitch! So nice to see you again! How is Daria Ilyinichna and ... forgive me ... your. Sorry dear, didn’t mean to interrupt, but you surprise me.’ ‘Honey, I was immediately self conscious about the fact that my boobs were evidently unrestrained, and I was sure that Paul must have sensed my bralessness. I definitely sensed feeling his arm brush against me in a way that I never have before. The rubbing of my sweater across my nipple caused my nipple to immediately swell, and, well you know dear….’ A low chuckle is all that greets my ear. I tell him about our dinner, and how the. On hearing my voice, Fi pressed a button somewhere and the door clicked and I let myself in. Despite the pain she was clearly in, Fi stood up from her wheelchair to give me a hug. I could tell at once that she was not wearing a bra. Part of me felt excited about this but another bit of me felt incredibly sad seeing Fi who had had enough talent to be one of the few who made a living out of circus, reduced to needing a wheelchair to move more than a few feet. I also noticed belatedly that she was.