He wanted to ask her if she wanted him to continue, but he knew what her answer would be. He pushed a little harder and felt the resistance break. She...screamed out a cry of pain and tried to no avail to close her legs. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked her. “No, just give me a second.” Her breathing was labored and you could hear the pain in her voice. He kept his cock inside of her. It was still just as hard as it had been. He fought back the urge to start pumping in and out of her. Finally. The seats were not contiguously allocated due to late booking but we had asked the fellow passengers to adjust for the day while promising that we would return to our seats as the night sets in. The journey started with over-enthusiasm cracking jokes, singing songs, enjoying hot-tea at stations, singing and dancing to music and claps. Our professors had their seats in a different compartment and they were travelling with their respective family members. They would have anyway not enjoyed our. "Rinse yourself," he told her."Huh? Aren't you gonna... ?"He set the razor down in the tub and picked up the bodywash. "You need more lather." Ohh ... yeahhh," she purred, grinning.She held the nozzle up to her collarbones and let the water cascade down her body, rivulets running down along and between her thighs. Her skin glistened as she slowly lowered the nozzle toward her pussy, letting the spray rinse away the lingering traces of the dissipating lather clinging to her mound and. "Do you want to tell me about it?" I said, prodding him."Her name... her name is Mistress Anita," he said. "She has taken me over.Phyllis, she calls me. She has guided me toward life as a sissy. Me!"If I had been in a bar, I might have laughed. But I was in clinical modenow. Everything was compartmentalized. There were repercussions to what hewas telling me. I leaned forward, thinking of leather-attired women withwhips."And what does that entail, Phil?" I asked."Well, obviously, she has me in.