But Pooja covered her mother’s view with a magazine, which she held right in front of her and pretended as if she was reading it. I squeezed her boo...s for quite some time and then tried to put my hand inside her jeans but since it was tight fit I couldn’t enter my hands. I told”Pooja you have worn tight jeans”. She understood my problem and said she would change her dress in the evening. The train was moving ahead at a steady speed. It was slowly getting dark outside. Pooja said to her mother. Again a man took off the handcuffs off of my wrists and then forest me to straighten my arms above of my head so he can put other pair of handcuffs that was attached to the table on my wrists. While the second man forest me to spread my legs apart so the third man put handcuffs on my ankles. Now I can't move. I'm laying spread-eagled on a bed sheet that spread out on the table. It felt hard and kind of uncomfortable. All of the men took turns spanking me. It felt really good but hurt. Subtle changes were being made to her erogenous zones.Her breasts, which had shown the first signs of sagging tightened, enlarged a little and repositioned themselves slightly higher on her chest. The buds of her nipples grew half their original length again; the areola surrounding became more crinkled and darkened a shade. Further down her body her straight pubic hair softened a little and became less obvious. Her vaginal lips, which had always protruded a little to far for her taste puffed. Sadly, this wasn’t meant to be. It appeared that my destiny lay elsewhere. I didn’t want to leave my beloved State of Eritrea. I wanted to stay and help my country develop. Still, I knew that Canada might afford me opportunities that other young men and women living in the State of Eritrea might never get so I seized the moment, so to speak. Thus I set out on an adventure to the continent of North America. Just a young Black woman with a dream. It was a journey which would forever change my.