A girl doesn't have that problem, but she can get tired and sore. There are nights I've closed my legs with my hand over my sex. In theory I could go ...again, but I was exhausted. Plus I couldn't stand to have anyone touch me down there. The one thing all parties had in common was that if you told a guy "No", it meant just that. Nobody was forced to do things they didn't want to do. Stories on the internet of a girl being forced to "service" a dozen guys were just that, stories. Those were not. Instead I said," A cup of tea, milk, no sugar would be nice, thank you Liam."I followed him into the kitchen, I was lusting after him badly, my tissue tampon had disintegrated long ago and now my knickers were swamped. I stood beside him as he busied himself with the cup and kettle; I even managed to brush my tits against him as he squeezed past me to get to the fridge for the milk. When he turned to give me the tea, I was delighted to see the beginnings of a bulge in his shorts. It appeared. The private dressing suite is this way,” he motioned with his hand. The agents stood watch outside the “suite” as I started to try on gowns. Most of the dresses had built-in bras so I was wearing only panties as I tried on my selections as Kara watched and gave her advice. After a few dresses and chit chat, I asked, “Did I see you squirt when you came on Sam yesterday?” “Yes, I usually do,” she stated as matter-of-fact. “Why?” “I never have squirted when I have an orgasm Kara. I thought it was. My right hand was placed in her left arm pit and my hand rubbed against her left boob quite often due to the shakes in the train. After three or four stations the rush comes down and it started raining. Both of us got seats side by side and our thighs were rubbing against each other. She was in a happy mood and talked about lots of things. I was listening to each and every word uttered by her and watched her eyes, lips and teeth while she was talking once we reached our station there was heavy.