?Sniffling I say, ?You are going to fuck me for your pleasure Sir.?Thrusting his finger deep into my pussy he says, ?That’s right slut. I’m going ...to fuck you for my pleasure. Meaning you do not and I mean do not have permission to cum. Do you understand??Pushing up against his fingers I whimper saying, ?Yes sir.?Without any further talk he thrust his dick deep into my pussy. Enjoying the feel of his dick thrusting deep into me I thrust my hips up meeting his inwards thrusts feeling him going. Berlin is so much cooler to me!’ They continued chattering away about the vacation until they had finished their meal which arrived quite soon after the order was placed. After the bill was paid they walked to the station and sat holding one another until the train arrived, they broke the embrace just long enough to get on board and get their things settled. After getting all their belongings safely put away they laid in the sleeper car together and just relaxed, Mike letting Emily lay on his. ”“How do you know Emma, have you been fucked?”No answer.“Who’s going to fuck her then?”“Not me.”“Not me.”“I will.”“No you won’t.” Emma said, “No one will. That would be rape.”“But she hasn’t said ‘No’.”“You’re still not going to fuck her.” Emma said.“How are you going to stop me?”That was it, I moaned and moved my head then I slowly opened my eyes, just in time to see Tom jump up.“What happened? Who are you lot? Fuck, my head hurts.” I said.Emma (the only other girl there, and about my age),. She pulled her pack to her and dressed in a long, indigo robe she had brought with her — a tribal costume still known in northern Algeria. Under its concealing folds went her knife — hung at the back of her neck — and her military stunner.She dug out field rations and ate a light supper as the sun set behind the hills, waiting until it was safely dark before slipping on her night goggles. She adjusted them to fit over her indigo head covering. The day's heat had vanished, and it was cool. In.