Approaching me wasa young jogger. The girl had a sweat band around her head, her hair in twobraids and a smile on her face. Her sweat soaked t-shirt ...as plasteredagainst her two perfect mounds. At the summit of each was a perfect pointthe shape of an olive. I was so intent on starring at this beauty I fellover on my bike. She stopped and looked down at me with a smile and said,"I don't know whether to laugh or cry for you." I don't either," I replied while the hand brake lever stuck me in. I could only make out that she was a heavy bodied woman. In sleep she had moved closer to me and her head was occasionally coming and resting on my shoulders. The shawl completely covered her and a portion of it also fell on my side covering my lap. I thought that if I can move my hands under the shawl I can touch her body and if there is no resistance from her I can have some fun till I get sleep. So I watched about those sitting before and after us.The seats before us were occupied by two men. "Now get them if you dare." Her eyes gleamed. She seemed disappointed when I didn't try. She left my room muttering. "If it was Millie you would have been after them in a second."I had been working again for a few days now, using the telephone to contact my regular customers, keeping in contact and writing some useful orders. Gill and Danny, my partners would send out samples by carrier if any were needed. The ad hoc system worked but it was no substitute for a physical call and I was impatient. Blinking a bit I stare up trying to make out whats going on with my arms then realising that they are held to the bed posts with hand cuffs I look round the room. My heart is starting to race as I get more nervous wondering why the hell anyone would do this to me. My eyes track round the room and I see my cock lying up against my belly rock herd as it usually is when I wake ...oh man they'll see it jees there are times when I hate being horny.I look further round the room and realise that they.