I waited a few minutes before I knocked on the door to see if anyone was on the bus. Well about a minute later, when the doors open there stood this t...ll fine brother that on first sight could make any woman's juices flow. I stepped on the bus, and when I went to put my fair in the fair box, the bus driver for some reason would not let me pay, he insisted that the trip would be on him.As I took my seat, I thought nothing of the fact that there was no one else on the bus except for the driver. I do remember the shoes though, because I have always wanted a pair of tan coloured suede dessert boots.She looked over to me and smiled a conspiratal wink and I signalled that I would stay right where I was, observing the scene as it unfolded before me. They continued to talk, their voices muffled by the grimy glass of the partition. Both of them expressing their points in pronounced flurries of expansive hand gestures that punctuated speech. Then he got up quite suddenly and sat next to Jenni. He wound the ropes up around each leg to my knees and tied the two ends together. My legs were held very tightly and I struggled but couldn't pull very far away from the door. Mike told me that I had one punishment coming already and that if I didn't stand still I'd get another. Standing there spread out, unable to move with my chest sticking out demanding attention, I figured that now wasn't the time for bravado.Mike went off into the house, closing the door behind him. I couldn't see what he. " I can't sleep with pants on," he giggled, bouncing his ass off the mattress and I could hear his belt jingle."Sleep on the floor," I told him."My bed!" he said, sort of grunting. "Help me." Fuck you," I rolled my eyes, but Brandon had his pants like halfway down his thighs and he started kicking his feet as a lay there. Kicking me too."Stupid pants!" Ow! Fuck! Stop kicking..." I sat up again, having to get all the way up this time, and felt around for Brandon's pants."Yeah! Hey!" He laughed.