His cock was so huge it barely fit into my mouth. He kept pushing deeper and deeper till he was hitting the back of my throat. “Use your tongue, li...k underneath the shaft.” I did as was told and soon his breathing became faster and he started to thrust into my mouth deeper, making me gag. He never stopped though and I had to breathe out my nose until finally he held my head against him and emptied his stuff inside my mouth. “Swallow my cum.” Another new word that I liked. I drank down all he. Well until I heard a news story about sex shopps that were underground brothels. I was extremely curious about these places. I looked it up on line and found that one could pay around a hundred bucks and have sex with a hot young Asian. I didn't think I would ever act on this but found my self engrossed by the idea. I would masturbate three four times a day to videos of Asian sex massages. I was addicted. While I still had no intentions of actually doing this I knew I wanted it. It was this. As we could all see it coming together there was a contagious enthusiasm creeping into the concubines. Anytime three or more concubines gathered, there were whispered conversations about the various scenes. Janice was even politicking the AI, trying to convince it that the multi-use room needed to be temporarily remodeled to provide the perfect stage. We all expected her to fail, but one day she was in the pod and asking the AI the question over breakfast and James immediately spoke up. "AI,. This driver isn’t called mad Max for nothing’” As I grabbed for the bar, I felt a hand on my thigh and some pressure against my bum. A knee? A hand? Deliberate, or an accident, I couldn’t tell. The gentleman in front of me smiled, “We’ll try to make this as pleasurable a ride as possible, Missy.” I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Scream? Push his hand away? Part of me liked the attention I was getting. Besides, I thought, ‘How far can it possibly go? We’re on a crowded bus!’ I let it go and.