I change to my ghost form and follow inside. He is sitting alone, eating a sandwich. I read his thoughts.Work is so boring todayI’m so hornyWhy won�...�t my wife have sex with me anymore?The perfect target. As he walks home, none of his family is there. He jumps on his bed. The perfect chance. “Joseph.” I whisperHe is startled awake.“Who said that!?!”I whisper again, “You are a very horny man, aren’t you, Joseph. Don’t you wish you could get some relief right now, other than jacking off to the same. My hot and heavy breath is burning into her back… I push my now hard cock further in to her clothed ass…The bus is slowing down… In no time it will come to a halt…I remove my hand from her belly… While retracting my hand, i brush her right breast lightly… She moans… Looks back again into my eyes… Then she looks back to her husband… He has given up trying to move to the front door of the bus… He has now turned around and is hurrying towards the rear door…I move frward. .. Its not my stop yet…. ” He carefully cupped my face and kissed me, and all of those long forgotten feelings cam rushing back. I sat down on top of him as we continued to make out. He slid his hands under my dress, to my ample breasts pinching and rolling my nipples. I let out a little moan and he increased the pressure. I could feel his cock, already hard as a rock. Moving off of him I kneeled in front and undid his belt buckle before I lost my nerve. “It’s your wedding day, you deserve a blowjob.” In one motion I. .. She looks nice.?Clean and wholesome kind of nice, doing an honest day of work to then return at the end of her shift to the warmth of a?wholesome family too no doubt. That vision alone makes me want to tear my passport from her smooth unblemished skin and return to my life: my once wholesome life too.??Only I know I will not do that.?My?thoughts?and 'decisions' are a secondary?predictor of?my behaviour since My Master took ownership and His game begun.?I replay his final voicemail.