But when I came back he had a big smile on his Afro-Caribbean face."Are you bi, then?" he asked me. He had obviously found my small collection of gay ...orn, there was no point in denying it. Then I began to wonder about his smile."Yes," I admitted slowly, "Why, are you?" I am, yes," he said and paused, and then in a lower voice: "Can I watch you masturbate?" Ok," I replied, excited at this prospect of finally exploring another male body, especially one as sexy as James'. "Although I suppose you. Wear something easily removed." It had been typed, but when it had been delivered with a dozen white and fuchsia gladiolas, I knew it was from one or the other of them. Maybe both. Also, It didn't say which hotel, so I assumed it would be the one place the 3 of us had rendezvoused several times before. The key attached to the note did not have a tag, and the only marking was the room number etched on the top of one side.So here I stood, proven correct in my assumptions about the location, yet. It’s a little uncomfortable but mostly still arousing.The movement and pressure continue to increase. It begins to hurt, and I fear my nipples will be squashed or twisted off. I try to tell Tahlana to stop but I can’t speak the word she’s allowed. In truth, the pain is only intensifying my need.I chance a look at the ever increasing movements of the discs and have to look away. My breasts are now being smashed and tweaked by these alien objects to extremes. I don’t want to know what kind of. .i injured ma left leg(got sliped from ma bullet). Now the real drama starts…From very next stop a lady approx age 35 came inside with a young gurl of around 15…she came near to me…and nothing happend for 5 mins…and as more people get into the bus…she had no other option but to come more closer to me…and i was like bending my leg due to that injury…aaahh my legs just brush are under as area…i like that….i dont know wether she like or not…but who care…i just push my leg between here two legs and.