Shed always go back there and mess around with them, while I stayed there just listening to my ipod. They all sat in the back of the bus I ususally sa... somewhere in the middle. Our bus driver was this creepy old Spanish guy Carlos, he was gross, in his 40s and had long shaggy hair and a scraggy beard. We used to always fuck with him throwing paper balls at him and shit and call him names. He hated us. Hed always yell at us and we would all laugh at him. Since I was always the last stop he would. A variety was starting to appear, White guys, Black guys, Asian guys, Indian guys. All different ages ranging from 20-50. They were all quite average looking, with the exception of a dozen muscular younger guys. I lost track of who was here and who wasn’t, I began seeing faces I didn’t invite. The room was filled chatter, I was feeling quite overwhelmed. I was pushed to my knees in the middle of a tight group of guys. All around me cocks were flopping out of pants. It was amazing seeing all. But i was having none of it as i like to keep my work and sex lives well apart.Anyway the requests kept coming as did the refusals and as i badly needed to use the loo i left my desk to go to the toilet leaving my giggling workmates to amuse themselves for a while.When i got there i found to my suprise it was locked but when i turned around to ask why, my boss barry was waving the key in the air with a big grin on his face.looking for this he asked, yes i replied.well then come over here and. I could actually see them emanating from eyelids.They had a sweeping upward curl. The lashes really screamed "sissy."Laura decided we should proceed with my castration. Not only would itaccelerate softening my skin but she wanted to take advantage of themomentum I had developed. I sort of understood what she meant but I wentalong because I just knew she wanted me as feminine as possible. MentallyI had already surrendered myself to the project. I was pretty happy withthe look Laura had created.