I had the condom I always carry, we were at most twenty minutes from my destination but there was a local stop five minutes earlier. The carriage was... almost empty but too full to risk fucking there. I nodded in the direction of the lavatory, ‘Right now?’ The cubicle was barely big enough for the two of us and had the stink of institutional disinfectant. She sat on the loo, unzipped my fly and began giving me a blow job. I was already stiff but would need her to be wet. She sucked my cock. In some ways her sentence had been far easier on her than the four years that had preceded. Her mind had suffered and her body had suffered. Suffering was what defined Eloisa; it was what made her who she was. She expected to suffer, and actually was somewhat frightened of having to live a life in which the only suffering she endured would be the torment of her own memories and her guilt. Maybe she could someday break free from all that, maybe she couldn't.The searing pain coming from Eloisa's. Ab who admai jisne apna lund sarita ki gaand mein daal rakha tha utha aur sarita ko apne niche le aya usne usko kutiya ki position mein sofe par khada kar diya aur uski kamar pakad kar uski gaand ko thoda teji chodne laga. Sarita ka patla chikna gora nanga badan pasine mein chamak raha tha. Uske chote chote dark pink tits uske gore gore boobs par alag he dikh rahe the aur uska pura patla kamsin nanga badan gaand mein chal rahi chudaai se aage piche ho raha tha. Ab sarita sab kuch bhul kar pura. " A concise enough answer. Tears rolled down my face.I have to admit being raped by Laura eventually became less painful and a more and more interesting but still exasperating experience. As she fucked me I became aroused in a kind of pervasive inner way but was always prevented from having a "male" orgasm, to my continual frustration. She had mastered the art of keeping me constantly "on the edge" of coming, without an erection, almost the very thing I had tried to achieve on my own! Is this.