Behind me is my ex-husband and now slave, Philippe. I have three more concubines back in the pod; I'm allowing them to enjoy a meal without me."I nodd...d and looked over at Philippe whose eyes now glistened with unshed tears. "Are you unhappy about your choices then?"Yvette smiled and shook her head. "I'm not as happy as you are, but I'm not sure anyone on this ship is as happy as you are about their selection." How do you know that?" Tina snapped.Yvette just smiled at Tina. "It's easy to see.. .. not too busy on Sundays. You got the time to talk some more, get to know each other a little better?”That was unexpected, but very welcome. I’d made a good enough first impression to be worth a second look; she wanted to prolong our date. I already knew that I did. I gave her my very best smile and put some real enthusiasm into my voice. “Sure, Mel, I’d love to. I’ve really enjoyed talking with you. Shall I follow you?”“Great! I’ll try not to jump too many lights.”Max jumped in the back of. The lights were still out and because it was late and a minor stop, it shed little light through the carriages. He heard footsteps shuffle toward the door and as he turned to look, he felt a gentle touch upon his leg.David gasped as he felt the hand on his upper thigh. It felt warm and soothing and seemed to almost relax him instantly. He had not noticed the doors close and the train lunge forward again into its journey. He felt the fingers move and then the whole hand glide up his thigh gently. I started getting a little angry about it, especially when Becky would be especially provocative. Sometimes she would laugh especially hard, or she would jump up quickly and walk fast to the kitchen, causing her tits to jiggle and bounce in her top. Mark even called her out on it once, when she offered to get him a beer. "Only if you run to get it," he said and grinned. She just laughed again, and then jiggled over to the kitchen, watching him while he watched her. Another time, we were.