*Click Click*

Every muscle in your body stiffens as you hear the sound of a phone camera firing. You stare straight ahead, feeling the sweat trickling down your scalp as you realize there is something breathing on the back of your thigh. Using your phone for a mirror, you tremulously raise it to where it will reflect what is behind you subtly. Only one of the men is sitting there, and he is rubbing his crotch with all the subtlety of a train wreck. The lecherous, lop-sided grin on his face practically confirms your fear.

The other man is underneath you, taking up-skirt shots of you. Of course it would be today of all days, letting him get a full view of your exposed pussy.

You let out a squeak through your clenched throat as you feel a finger glide down your lips, flicking your clit as it pulls away. The two men chuckle, both voices coming from very close by. It's only the three of you there, and the train is still more than thirteen minutes away.

The man below you pokes, strokes, and prods at your slit incessantly, taking pictures as he goes along. The other comes around to face you grasping your chin and forcibly planting a sloppy kiss on your lips as he gropes one of your breasts. You struggle, nose wrinkling at the stench of ****. Ugh. No wonder these guys were homeless, if they're drunk this early in the morning. The man below forces your legs apart enough to get his head between them, nearly causing you to lose your balance as your dress rides up over your hips.

Despite yourself, you let out a moan as the first man gives a long, slow lick up your pussy lips to your clit, giving it special attention as he sticks a finger inside you. The second man takes the opportunity and forces his tongue into your mouth. You nearly gag on the taste of cheap-ass beer that coats the organ, but the pleasure the first man is giving you distracts you just enough to ignore it.