A few minutes later, the round hatch opened again and the Madam entered the carriage with an attempt to draw as little attention to herself as possible. A smile appeared on her face when she saw what was going on, but it was pretty much what she had expected, anyway. On the right side of the hatch, there were two small buttons on top of one another, and when Enna pressed one of them for a couple of seconds, the caravan continued to move, not that the passengers were any more aware of the fact than before. A breeze of cold air reached the lower parts of the room soon after the hatch had been closed, but quickly warmed into room temperature again.<br/><br/>Without a word, the Madam took off her thigh-high leather boots and placed them on an empty shoe rack by the stairs. The goggles she had left at the driver’s seat back at the leading vehicle, and judging by the way she still shivered, she hadn’t worn any other clothes. Now she walked without sound to the kitchen counter where she washed her face and brushed her teeth at its small sink that had a single tap for ice-cold water. Afterwards, she left two more toothbrushes and a tube of paste on the counter.<br/><br/>From there, the jiggly woman waddled to the hot-pink couch and lied on it on her right side, knees bent so she’d fit, and her humongous tits piled up on each other, gently squished around their bottoms by her right arm. As an afterthought, she instead parted her knees so the right leg remained on the cushion and the left knee pointed straight up to form an L-shape with her thighs. The motion caused the rest of her chubby body to shift so she now lied on her back, and while she watched the curious game the two strangers played on her bed, Enna’s left hand reached down over her hip until the wrist came to rest on her groin right by the small triangle of her hot-pink pubes. The fingers and their purple nails began to tap on the left side surroundings of her nethers, not quite touching the dark-pink inner lips that always remained slightly protruded out of the constantly parted slit of her juicy muff.<br/><br/>The Madam appeared exhausted after the long, eventful day, and had trouble even keeping her eyes open. While she tried her best to stay awake, the sedative effect of her index and middle fingers gently rubbing on her clitoris took her closer and closer to sleep, and even after her eyelids with their long lashes and purple eye-shadow had been shut for a long while and her breathing had slowed down in deep slumber, the fingers between her wide-parted legs continued to fiddle her clit. The scent of musk and perfume that soon filled the room caused her to let out an occasional moan through the wettest of dreams that she’d had in a long, long time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>