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The hand squeezed my breast, kneading it from its base to my nipple, pulling and squeezing. My ample cleavage being exposed, but nothing made me feel more uncomfortable than the rubbing against my ass from behind. I lay there getting my breath back, aching and wondering how I would get to bed without my husband finding out what had happened. I was lifted up turned round and bent over the stinking toilet bowel, his hands grabbed the string on my thong and pulled until it broke and without a word he thrust into my soaking pussy. As the train lurched it regained the motion of the journey, as my clit was stroked and I concentrated on not cuming, my frontal assaulter whispered in my ear in his thick accent.
