Divora was an accomplished fellatrix as I discovered during the next few weeks.
She found the act of engulfing an erect blood engorged penis extremely erotic. She was hugely sexually aroused by the sense of power and control she felt. A poor weak woman serving and submitting to a man she was not. She decided how far along the path to ejaculation a man was, and would withhold orgasm from him as and when she wished. Her repertoire of tricks would last at least half an hour, before finally permitting his release. Semen was not particularly to her taste, but she would hold it in her mouth 'til the man was done and then swallow it without fuss.
She was also adept at locating a man's prostate via his anus and would stimulate the bump by gently pressing on it whilst fellating him. This would intensify and prolong his eventual orgasm.
Eva, plump and naked, padded back to us from the wet room and collected up our underwear scattered on the floor. Struggling into her uniform skirt and white top, she reached into her shoulder bag and produced a length of plastic cord. Returning to the basin in the toilet area , she rinsed each item several times and strung them on the cord, closing the bras on themselves. Tying both ends around the knob on the ventilation grille, she pushed them out of the opening and into the backdraft of wind produced by the speeding train. She said the underwear would be dry in twenty minutes - this was an old trick used by seasoned train travelers like herself.
We took it in turns to use the shower head, while Eva collected a mop and bucket from the cleaning cupboard located at the end of the carriage. She mopped the floor of the compartment, which had become tacky from the drying fluid produced during Maria's impressive climax.
