Eventually, we were put into another wagon and driven away. The routine was pretty much the same as before, except none of us were raped."After a few ...days in the wagon, we were put into a boxcar and the door was sealed. We were given food and water and cautioned not to use it up too fast; it had to last for five days. Eventually, we were taken out of the boxcar in a new city. We were taken to a house which I now know to be a brothel. We were trained in the various ways to please a man, beyond. Years ago, he’d made the first move, prepared for outright rejection, and had been pleasantly surprised when she’d said yes to a date. From that point on, he was smitten. Perspective and hindsight were the watchwords, he guessed. Little things could be overlooked. Her materialistic outlook could be forgiven, he had enough money to afford nice gifts now and then. A lack of physical intimacy other than the occasional blowjob could also be ignored, as she’d made it clear that she was waiting for. I closed my eyes in disbelief.Maria stripped out of her t-shirt and used it to clean things up, even though she had swallowed all of the evidence. I reached out and lightly touched her bare breast. Maria smiled, then leaned over and kissed the head of my cock.“Hold that thought,” Maria said.“I will,” I replied.Maria staggered to her feet and stripped out of her panties. In the pale lighting, I could see she was cleanly shaven. She slipped on to the couch, one knee settling in the crevice. She was smiling at me as her husband spread her pussy lips and thrust his entire length of erect dick in one shot. He held her waist firmly and started giving violent thrusts after several minutes I saw two couples were about to come our way, I was about to warn them but they turned and took some other seats with each thrust her breath was coming out in gasps, she was clutching table and spreading legs and was giving back thrusts meeting him mid way then I saw waiter was approaching with the.