Like those around me I was maintaining the anonymity of the situation.That afternoon, I assumed my normal position, pole at my back, feet slightly spr...ad for balance, arms relaxed at my sides as the train began it's usual forty minute trip to my stop. At the next stop, I noticed that perfume again. Much more subdued than this morning, but noticeable on the breeze as the doors opened and people boarded. There was only one woman in the group and I thought she was stunning. Bright yellow, skin. Suddenly intrigued, I leaned towards her door, careful to see if there was anyone around. There wasn’t. And then I realised what was going on.The door was only slightly ajar, but what I could see certainly matched the noises! There was a full length mirror on the wall, and in it I could make out Becky lying on her bed, underneath the sheets, but with her legs apart. The back of her head was pressing into her pillow, with her eyes shut and a look of grimace on her face, and her body was writhing. At first they started taking shots of Tammy just by herself, and as she got used to posing, they directed her to pose in many different positions. Sometimes one then two or three or more of the group would pose with her with a tit or a cock in the background, or hanging close to her face, or behind her head, as she had to lean over this rock or that boulder. Sometimes a tit would be beside her face or a cock would be hanging only an inch or two in front of her mouth, and sometimes she would. As the dungeon door closed Kevin’s father stepped up to the slab where Sirus was tied down and in the glow of the torch light pulled something out of the box. Unable to see it perfectly all Sirus was able to catch was that it reflected the torch light with a metallic glint. Two guards stepped from the door untied Sirus, and lifted him from the slab. They took him over to a large rectangular frame and tied his arms up to the top most corners. Ropes where then attached to his ankles and tied to.