I got a good response for this story , lets come straight to the story without boring you all , but first let me give my introduction to all those rea...ders who are new to this site I am Aakash Agarwal from Guwahati Assam now the story starts. It happened with me last month when I was going to Delhi in train, the train was some special train from Guwahati to Delhi, as I like traveling in sleeper class because in sleeper class u came to know more new people. As I boarded the train in my. As I started to accept my circumstances, Ihad to ask myself how much all this played into my submissivefantasies. It was the sort of thing I would enjoy reading about in astory, on a site like Fiction Maniacs. But did I really want toundergo it myself? That made me think of some of the reviews left byreaders on that page. They would complain that sometimes the actionwas non-consensual, too extreme, or wasn't motivated by affection.Those always seemed like weak arguments when there were. The beers arrived andthey stopped to admire their work and down a few before i heard and felt thechopping begin again. my dad was standing back watching, drinking his beer,nodding in approval at their work. suddenly, i heard oneof the men just above me. he chopped a few branches close to my ear which mademe wince in fear for my head and hair and then he bent down and whispered abeery smelling "ah senorita mas bonita! amigos!" and he waved theother men over. he didn't seem surprised to see a. She couldsmell Jo while getting fucked. The room reeked of thescent of Jo. The room was Jo. Everything about that roomwas Jo, and the bed was where Jo’s nude body rested.Sarah had a bad case of the Jos and was not good atcoming up with a good lie off the top of her head. Shewas stumped, but her mom saved her…or buried her, bysaying, “Your bed is you, Jo. Let’s just leave it atthat, okay.”That did explain it, and Jo suspected as much. She hadno desire to humiliate.