I’d offer to take you for a hike through the bush, so that I could point out some of the highlights of the area, but I don’t think you’re quite ...dressed for that.”Dawn hefted the small bag in her hand and said, “I don’t have much with me, but I do have a plastic dry cleaner’s bag I can put my jacket in, and a pair of light shoes I usually wear at the studio. If you’ve got a place where I could put these shoes to dry, I could at least get a little more comfortable. Most of the rest of the stuff. Oh my dear god, could that woman ever find the knots. She worked on my back, sure, but more importantly she gradually worked the tightness and the soreness out of my shoulders. I wasn't sure I'd be able to take more of this hanging, but she refused to answer any of my questions about what Harry had in mind, and I finally gave up asking. I closed my eyes and let her hands and fingers do their work.I told you, there wasn't any way to know whether it was day or night, but the lights seemed to dim. “Don’t you want to suck another cock?” she asked, grabbing the guy on her left’s cock. “Um…” “Why don’t you try saying it?” “Saying what?” I asked. “That you want to suck cock,” she said. “Say, ‘I want to suck cock’.” “I…” “Go ahead.” “I want to suck cock,” I said. “Good. And what else?” “Huh?” I asked. “You want to swallow more cum?” “Yes,” I said. “Then say it.” “I want to swallow cum.” Theresa smiled. “I know you do, you little cum slut. Now get on your knees.” Cum slut. What a humiliating. My cock was responding. This was simply not done and I was expecting a slap or a scream. However, to my surprise I swore I felt her push back. I checked it by pulling away as much as the train wall would let me, but no, that bum pushed back against my hardening cock. The lady just looked back over her shoulder and smiled, put a finger to her lips to mime a shush sound. After a while I was as hard as a rock and getting uncomfortable, after all my cock was being squeezed between two very taught.