Carolyn Bright

I held my daughter tight to me. This was horrible. There were people fucking all around us. I couldn't believe that this was happening on the train. This was so foul. I looked away from that cocky, young man as he pulled out of that married whore. His cock thrust out before him.

He was so big and wet.

My cheeks burned I wanted to get out of her. I wanted--

I gasped as a hand lifted my skirt. I threw a look behind me. The boy was there. He was nineteen at most, this hungry smile on his lips. I was twice his age. Old enough to...