I would bet that Bonnie would be somewhat embarrassed back home if it became apparent that not only was I not killed, I wasn't even that badly hurt.In...a few minutes, a woman walked in. A girl, really. Southern Belle comes to mind. If they wore tight jeans and a blue tank top, anyway. Oh my god."You're awake, I reckon," she said."Do you now?" I asked."Yeah," she said, "I do. Do you recollect why you been thrown from the train?" Thrown from the train?" I asked."Yeah, I dem der saw you thrown from. I can’t see him anymore so I turn and watch as Craig stands up and presses his cock inside Lauren. He looks over at me as I cup my breast stopping them from bouncing everywhere. He thrusts in hard and I contract around Chris almost as if it was really Craig inside me. Chris pulls my ass off the shelf and cups it as I feel his climax approach quickier with every fast slam into me. I see Lauren’s head is rolling from side to side as her hands dig into Craig’s hips. “Is it safe?” Chris asks as he. Outside the bedroom we talked about it more as well, and agreed that it was a fantasy we'd both be keen to explore. Abby seemed really timid about it, and admitted it probably wouldn't happen, or if it did it would have to be spontaneous and probably after a few drinks.One Friday night she called as I was leaving work, "Babe, one of the girls form work has invited us to a house party for some drinks. I'm keen to let off some steam, should we go?"After thinking about it I politely declined, it. "With her head down, she said, "With respect, sir, I am now Zero Three. Indentured Servant trainee."His voice hardening, he commanded, "You know I was addressing you. Stand up."She obeyed, adopting the parade rest position, head up but eyes cast down.He inspected her critically, but found little to complain of in her body. A week of supervised exercise had somewhat toned the body which had been soft. Hormones, awakened by the frequent sex she'd been subjected coupled with the orgasms and the.