Things settled down after a little bit and I laid my head against Jack’s shoulder. The gentle rocking of the train soon had me dozing off. I was awa...kened a while later to someone shouting. ‘Look at that!’ Everyone craned their necks around to look out the windows as we pulled into yet another small train station. This time there was a bigger crowd of people waiting on the platform. There were even more signs at this stop. Everyone quickly rushed over for a better look once again. Some of the. I lean back into him, not for my own pleasure and needs, but for his. I give myself more to him, allowing those deeper thrusts to become that much deeper inside me. His hands and fingers on my breasts, keeping them taunt, making me moan for him. He uses me, my body, as his toy. His own needs are rampant within me. I can feel the neediness over take the both of us. I feel him use me for mere pleasure. He takes what is his, and he takes it hard. My body is his to do as he wishes. I give myself. At this point, though, I wondered what ‘worse’ might be.“OK. How are you doing?”“I’m getting used to the routine and how different things are here from West Monroe.”Her answer was flat, and she sounded disinterested. I didn’t have a clue what to say next. I felt as if I was walking through a minefield, where any misstep could blow up in my face. I wanted to scream that I loved her. But, it was better to just say it gently.“Jos,” I said softly.“Don’t, Mike. It’ll just be harder.”“Why?”“I need. ”Max’s cock started getting hard. He knew she could probably feel it but he didn’t care. He lifted his head to look at her, bringing his hands to her face and holding still as he began to lean in to kiss her supple mouth. Her eyes were wide open and glistening with moisture as she waited. His cock was well on the way to being fully erect, but as he looked into the expression in her eyes - complete love and trust - as she waited for him to kiss her the way a man kisses any other girl except his.