Benin felt as close to John on that train as she'd ever felt. He put his arm around her protectively, just like the old days, and her head rested on h...is shoulder. The carriage was cold and he wrapped them both in a blanket.The carriage was reserved for Officers, but John had bullied the train guards to let her on. 'John sure knows how the system works, now, ' she thought. It was a mixture of aggression, status, and the knowledge that, at the end of the day, the Guards would do anything to stay. Then I looked behind me. In one corner of the room was what looked like a jail cell, or a cage. It was about four or five feet square, and about six feet high. Black iron bars. On the wall near it I saw an assortment of whips, belts, leather straps which I later learned where collars and cuffs of all sizes and types, blindfolds, handcuffs, and many more items. I'd already figured out this guy wasn't just going to **** me and let me go. But now I was really terrified. Again, I began to struggle,. " "Lucky for me," he replied, "it's not the morning yet."He was up from his chair, walking toward me. Bending down to kiss me, he took my hands in his and led me from the dining room into the adjoining living room. The room was dark, except for what light came from the television. Where The Boys Aren't Five had been popped into the VCR, and Racquel Darrian was pounding Christy Canyon's pussy with a strap-on. Suddenly, my heart was racing; we weren't going to be alone for this. Kevin let go of. .....raju udar hai..woh dekhega tho". "woh TV dekh raha hai....usko nahi sunega..." I was curious i moved towards kitchen door and started peaking in. Mom was sitting with her back towards me with her cigarette in her hand. Shalu had another cigarette in her hand and she was sitting on the kitchen table, and one of her boobs was hanging outside her nightie. Mom was playing with Shalu's nipples with her left hand and smoking her cigarette. Shalu was caressing my mom's face while blowing smoke.