Cam violently abuses my mouth as if it was a pussy, and I'm loving every gagging minute of it. "Holy fuck, so good you bitch," he moans. His balls tig...ten with the tell tale sign of his impending volcano of erupting, white, hot, tasty lava flow of jizz. I move up to Cam's ear and whisper, "You ready bud?"He whispers back, "You know I am, let's fucking do this dude!" You boys ready to complete the plan?" I say loudly to our 3 nasty boys. "You fucking know I am Dad, lets fucking do this, I'm so. I keep on doing that and am rewarded with a flow of precum that I quickly lap up. I move to suck and tease the little slit at the tip of the head and you moan and jerk your hips in response. "Fuck that feels good!" your hands come to rest on my head, not pushing me- not yet. I feel your cock grow stiffer and twitch as I alternate teasing and sucking on the head. Your hands hold onto my scalp a little tighter and I get the hint. I suck you into my mouth, slowly at first, taking it in half way. Maybe it’s the frequency of the monotonous clacking and rattling of the wheels. Maybe it’s the mellow vibration. I don’t know, but my thoughts always seem to drift into a certain direction. If a cat’s purr have healing power, then I’m sure train rides can have some sort of aphrodisiacal effect. I will have to google that once we’re back to civilization with Wi-Fi.I haven’t taken a train for over ten years. I drive everywhere these days, but in my twenties, when I had to commute between my. The man kept talking. ‘The slut likes having her legs spread.’ He spoke a quick sentence I didn’t understand. But even I recognized it as fey magic. I jumped to feel the spell land on me, then started to pant, both excited and scared as I realized what he had done. He let go of my legs and I felt him settle back into the far corner of the couch.I tried to pull my knees and ankles together, but to no avail. He had _magicked _them apart as if an invisible metal rod was holding me spread.