. I have mostly travelled in the 1st class. One day in haste I accidentally entered the 2nd class as I didn’t want to miss the train . Our compartme...t was totally packed as you can imagine. I had just about started getting adjusted to the crowd when the train reached Mumbai Central station. Alongwith all the local commuters there appeared to be a family which had come from out station with all their bags and parcels. It was difficult to tell how many of them were there exactly in the family but. The basement is our Spanish Punishment room. Jon has had only two pain / pleasure machines installed so far, more about them later.The first job when we got there was to go back towards Marbella to a giant supermarket to get some food and drink. Jon picked my shortest skirt (8 inches) and shortest crop top for me to wear. The bottom of my little breasts show below my top, and if I do anything other than keep straight upright the skirt will either ride-up, showing my bum and pussy, or slide down. We get into the house, turn the lights off, head to the bedroom, get undressed and into pyjamas (well she did anyway as I sleep nude) and she cuddled into my left hand side when we start talking of a great year. Jokingly I take her hand and put in my dick. I have enough experience to know that this was just a joke and we were so hammered that it wouldn't lead anywhere. But she didn't move her hand and she says "how about a new year handjob?" So I start to get hard while she slowly starts to rub. “You! Tell me what you want,” Vennoa declared as she walked into the alley and approached the man.“Me? I’m just a simple old man,” the man replied, shuffling some cards.“Don’t make me hurt you,” Vennoa said, taking out her dagger.“Your fate is in the balance,” the man said cryptically. “You must decide how you want to proceed.”“Vennoa!” Fender’s voice called out from the end of the alley.Vennoa turned, and saw that the rest of the party had caught up with her. She turned back to finish her.