I held his head tight over my pussy, not to let him move away. I was on fire, screaming. Manesh had meanwhile taken off his shirt and his shorts and s...arted rubbing his hard cockhead over my pussy entrance. My religion, my culture, my training of years had all evaporated before this uncircumcised cock; all I wanted at that time was his cock into my swollen flooding warm pussy. He was hard as stone and in just a thrust he pushed his 8” cock deep into my virgin pussy. I screamed aloud but there. Everyone else in the room was just trying to avoid the fallout. I saw the innkeeper duck behind the bar when I looked around. No one here wanted any part of us.She fumed, and refused my arm to escort her to the carriage. I held the door and instructed Armand to assist the lady. He did so with practiced ease. I paid the innkeeper, not even blinking at the blatant overcharge. I just wanted to be on my way. Why? I wasn't so sure.I checked the carriage door, more to apologize to Megan than for any. Sarah was also able to meet with a number of her future co-workers, see her office, and tour the facilities to see how her designs would be transformed into reality, to be evaluated, altered, added to, re-worked, and perhaps chosen for part of a new line of clothing for the next season. As we talked, Sarah worked her way over to me as I sat on the couch. “Did you miss me?” she asked. “I did. I really did,” I told her. And it was true. It wasn’t just the sex. I missed her. “I missed you,” she. The last I could remember, we'd been crossinga bridge over the Mississippi River. Vaguely, I wondered what state wewere in now.I turned my head upon the high-backed seat. Dimly, I recognized that myseatmate was busy. Her arm was moving, and she moaned softly. I lookeddown, at her lap, and saw that her pumping fist gripped her cock. Thelady beside me was no lady; she was a he! Moreover, the transsexual tartwas masturbating!I didn't know what to do. I mean, I wasn't offended, not in the least.It.