My heart is fluttering, an ache in my stomach, so nervous. I reach out and put my hand on the woman's right hip, no reaction - relief!. I slide my han... under the jumper and touch the soft skin. The woman moves slightly closer, it is her. I move my hand forward touching her stomach. I look around, hundreds of faces but none looking at us. Shes move around slightly to face the side of the carriage, sheltering a little from inquisitive eyes. My hand moves up further, over her rib cage, heading. Come over here,” Paula ordered as she sat down on the edge of her bed.Bari stood and took one, hesitant step forward, not wanting to get closer to the source of her torment but knowing as she did so that she had no choice. She did not know what was going to happen but Paula did have control over her.Bari now wished she hadn’t recoiled from Paula. But then what if it had been someone else? Someone she knew?“Look at you,” Paula said sarcastically. “You’re a mess. Your eye makeup such as it was. He would fuck her brutally hard at times and then slow and softly making sweet love to her. Either way she would have screaming orgasms. But I did notice a tendency for her to like it more when she was treated like a whore who do anything for his BBC. When Jamal would tease her and make her beg for his BBC she would cum repeatedly when he finally fucked her. Even more so when Jamal would make me watch him degrade her, taunting me to try stop him from treating her like a whore wanting to be. I want to sleep with a cock covered in cum juice and with lover full of my seed.”They snuggle up and entangle themselves around each other. Resigned, I walk back to my chair and wrap the blanket around me. I can hear the two of them kissing but, despite everything, I cannot help feeling thankful that he is happy and, without difficulty, I drift off into sleep. * The next day is a normal work day. It is a busy one and it is easy to immerse myself in my activities without too much time to.