“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I began to feel like I wasn’t inside my body like I was floating above it. Is there a better position?” Rachel asked. Hans was much stronger than I was, and he muscled me to the sleeper car. I felt the room spinning around me, and I knew I couldn’t stay at the table. Rachel returned with a cup of honey tea. “Oh, OK, I’ll have one more glass of wine after I go to the ladies’ room,” I responded after thinking about it. He said he was single but always looking for a future wife. You can’t stop it now,” Hans said softly. I watched night turn to day through the window and accepted the truth. She grabbed the razor and stuck her face next to my pussy, shaving the stubble on my lower abdomen and carefully by my pussy lips.
