Tank’s thick cock wedged between his soft legs, those massive hands molesting his chest and nipples, and Tank’s hard, coiled muscles, tensing with... lust, pressed right up against the length of his backside. Tommy puts a hand up to his ear, swearing he can still feel the hot panting from Tank. Meet me in the sauna. Tommy moves to follow Tank.Holy fuck, there’s no way a guy can be that sexy. I mean shit, that fucking ass, you could bounce a quarter off of that thing. Tank muses to himself while. Of course, all of us being professionals, we were careful to afford our colleagues privacy. Most of the time.I was in the bathroom that evening when I heard the outside water come on. I peeked out, and Eva was standing beside the shower in her underwear. Careful not to be seen, I moved to the side and observed her. She tested the water for warmth then stripped off her bra and panties. Peering from above, the protrusion of her breasts was particularly prominent. I watched as water cascaded. The locomotive was massive, British Green ... and steam!I was immediately accosted by the Guard.When he discovered I was a Yank and not a member of active armed forces he settled in for what he referred to as a coze. I had a lesson in UK trains. The Guard, he pointed to himself was holdover from coaching days. The driver drove. The Guard on passenger trains did not have routine responsibilities for ticket inspection or sale. His jobs focused more on safe operation of their trains, timekeeping,. Man, they'd cheer a sack of potatoes getting flogged if it'd writhe and shriek and bleed enough. It'd be damned irresponsible to let them anywhere near my tools. Like giving a loaded .45 to a toddler. They either don't have the sense to know what they're doing (or when to stop) or they simply don't care. Either way the lucky girls whose skin wasn't flailed away completely would be scarred for life instead, and I mean that literally as well as psychologically. You might think I'm crazy to say.