"I'm thinking. First you need a touch more daintiness." "How?" "Okay. When like Frankie comes down, you do this ... " She faced an imaginary Frankie a...nd gasped very lightly, clasped her hands and brought them to her chin. She tilted her face a little. "Hi Frankie," she sang. To me she said, "See?" "I guess." I looked at the same imaginary Frankie and started toward him. I folded my hands and them up to my chin. I said, "Hi Frankie," just like she had. Karen watched, deep in thought. "Pretty. Jean clenched her eyes tightly shut at the memory of his last statement. She could still hear it ringing in her ears as the sound of the train lulled her tortured mind to sleep:"I don't think you could ever make a man happy. I'll get a good grind"She was awakened the next morning by the knocking of the porter on the compartment door."Breakfast call, breakfast call," he repeated in his broken English several times.Jean opened her eyes hesitantly. It just had to be a good day. She needed some. She could feel the fish slowing its struggle as death began to overcome it but her inner walls were torn and bleeding from the sharp fins and the dying fish filled her pussy completely. She came again crushing the dying fish in her spasms.?Ma’am? Ma’am?? she heard a voice call out to her, the voice seemed somewhat familiar and she opened her eyes in a startled shock. Looking around she noticed she was in the waiting room where she had sat earlier. Art was standing over her and smiled, ?Is. Bob cuffed her hands in the praying position in front of her and then attached the cuff to the chain hanging from the winch in the ceiling.“This is it. Once the hood is on, it will stay on until the store closes. Remember our deal. I had the night shift guy harvest a dozen pairs of breasts, cunt filets, rump roasts and some arm steaks. They should hold out, especially with the snow today. I doubt we will use half of that. Anyway, Friday at 5 PM you leave when one of the two weekend girls shows.