He had just started moving his finger in and out as the train stopped in a station. I looked at Jon to see if we were getting out and a quick shake of...his head told me to stay put. The man’s hand disappeared as people started moving and I looked round to see if I could work out which of the men had been fingering me. I didn’t know whether to look for a guilty face or bulging trousers.Before I could work out who it was, the compartment got even more crowded and the train moved off. Within. She was bleeding rather heavy so that might have had something to do with it. MMMM being carried by a man, boy, well no matter it feels good. Oh god he is so hard mmmm what I would love to have him. Oh hell woman his is just a k** compared to you. Ah to dream. I put her on the counter and spun her around so I could put the foot in the sink. I washed it off and used some paper towel to dry. I handled her foot carefully. I cleaned up and put bandage on. She was on the counter knees to. I was exhausted after it all and I lay down for a quick nap, not even bothering to pull my shorts back up just dropping the panties on the off-side of my bed.I didn't know how long I had slept but my sister and father were home and ensconced in the lounge when I managed to stumble downstairs. Dad looked up from his evening paper and grinned at me, looking over the top of his reading glasses, saying,"Hi son. Had a good nap? I was going to come up and wake you but your mother forbad me as you had. “Uh, yeah, of course. Just one moment, please. I was just doing a private lesson. Can you give me a moment?”I could feel my blood starting to boil. My wife was in his office, and he was trying to delay my entry. He opened the door a crack, to step in without me, but I pushed my way past him. “I don’t have a lot of time,” I explained as I barged in.Jude wasn’t there. The office was empty, but I could smell my wife’s favorite perfume still lingering in the air. Marcel sat down at his desk. There.