"What if... what if I don't want to?" she asked. "You can say no anytime you want," he promised. "And I won't fire you because of it. Sandy, if this i... the only time we do anything, then that's fine. I like you, I think you'll do a good job. But if you would like to have some, ah, special job benefits..." He let it hang. She grinned in understanding. "Okay," she said. "Okay?" "I'll take the job," she added. He grinned. There was more that had to be done after that, paperwork to fill out and. I guess the driver was well aware by now and yet he kept driving. I sneaked a look around and saw that even the conductor was nearby.“Okay man, stop the bus now, or we cannot have this fun right” the conductor said, all of a sudden. The bus took to a side of the road and stopped, as the fat man (say “Ahmad”) tried to unbutton my dress. I, still feeling reluctant to have sex with him in front of all the other people, pushed his hands away. Yes he was tall and muscular but his belly was too big.. But if I thought that was going to be the worst of it I was sorely mistaken. Once I had relaxed enough to fit the better part of his dick inside of me he let loose, savagely pounding into me like a man possesed.“God I love taking a little faggots ass.” I cried out with each thrust and started muttering into my pillow, begging him to stop. The pain was immeasurable. To this day I haven't ever felt anything akin to it. But he didn't care. He continued to taunt me even as he rammed his pole inside. Pass me the book, please.” The use of the word ‘please’ carried no hint that this was a polite request. She slowly relaxed the notebook from its position next to her chest, and passed it to Dr Kardos. As she did so, she felt her cheeks flush once more. “Give me a few minutes, Paloma,” said Dr Kardos, without even looking at Paloma. He took the book, sat back in his black leather chair, and began to read. As the minutes passed, he sat there, every so often turning a page, his eyes moving with.