I just stood there and stared. I couldn't believe the asshole. "We're in business..." What kind of crap was that? The swollen turd thought he was goin... to take me away from all this? That my career was some female whim, some interim income while he got his bowling alley together? Male chauvinist insect! He said that to me... a woman making almost a million dollars a year.I looked at his fatness and his puffy arms and remembered what a holy terror he'd been... the delight he'd taken in mayhem. Hell, I was on fire. I squirted several times in his hand, but didn’t care. Nor did I care about other passengers who might have heard us. OMG, I craved for his cock! He noticed that and slowly began to undress. Jesus, what an athletic body. When he also took off his boxer shorts, I saw his huge cock.I grabbed it eagerly with my hand and started to jerk and suck it. He grabbed my hair and started pulling my mouth off and on it, each time sinking it further in. I loved every minute of sucking. You can hear my ragged breath as I release my hold on you. You groan loudly as you lose the contact with my foot. You can easily hear me breathing hard and deep as I step back. You can imagine my cock hard and throbbing, shining with wetness from your mouth, imagining the pre-cum leaking from the swollen head. So hard, so dark, so ready to erupt. Imagining my cock bobbing in front of your face in time with my pulse. Wondering if I am dripping on the floor as you are certain your wet pussy. They did not linger, or even slow down, passing through quickly, headed for La Pine. When they didn't stop at La Pine, Greta began to worry."Sam, how are we going to transport all these people once we have to leave the railroad tracks? We only have the horses your group rode in with, and none extra, let alone enough for the hundred and fifty people we have."He was vague in his answer, which was no answer really. The true answer met them in Chemult, where the old Union Pacific line from Eugene.