The train lurched to a standstill, brakes squealing, doors slamming. The chatter of people close-by on the opposite platform drifted in the window I h...ad opened. General hubbub followed, announcements, people running, the dispatching whistle and I'd managed yet again to get away with no one else in my compartment, or so I thought. As the train very slowly started to move a gentleman grabbed at and opened the door handle and climbed into the carriage, slamming it behind him and collapsing. He stepped away from me and my body instinctively wanted to follow him but I did not move. My mind a fog I tried my best to be defiant as much as possible. He walked over to a desk that was in the darker part of the room and had one candle on lit on the desk. Sitting down he looked at me.“Come here.” he said quietly,Standing there I just looked at him with a blank look on my face not moving.“I won't say it again.” he said with a more meaningful voice,I stood for a moment before taking the first. When he finished reading, he went out to his room, checked that Sarah was still asleep, grabbed a few things, and went to sleep on the lounge.When Sarah woke up, it was still night. She stumbled to the toilet, and then outside and looked around. There moon was nearly full, and there was enough light to see the farm. The Dog came up to her and she gave it a cuddle.Right now she could just walk out of this place. So was she a prisoner or not? She thought through all the things she'd seen. A lot. Were they, like, masturbating side by side? Some sort of girl-bonding thing?I wanted to believe that it was more. That my wife and her voluptuous best friend were in the throes of some lusty sapphic encounter on the other side of the wall, licking and kissing and fingering and rubbing their tits and cunts together, and…Okay, it was pretty far-fetched. For all the years I’d known Ria and Tracy, neither of them had ever shown an interest in other women that went beyond a sigh of, “Wow, she’s.