Amber, tears streaming down her cheeks, was squeezing water from a washcloth into my mouth. I tried to speak. My first words were not going to be kind... Bile rose in my throat and whatever was churning in my stomach decided it was time to exit. I groaned and rolled onto my hands and knees. I pushed myself up and forced Amber away as she tried to help. I stumbled into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, which sent a spike of pain through my head. I leaned over the toilet and emptied last. Feeling a little ridiculous, I memorized what I was to say after each slap of my nipple, then, sitting nude on the bed, grasped my left breast with my left hand, squeezing it so that the nipple stood out, somewhat obscenely. I smacked it hard with my right hand and recited the words as instructed. I did this five times for my left breast then rested, looking a my breast. It was red where I had hit it, the nipple still standing out unusually far. I massaged it a little and was surprised at how. He said that my well spoken English accent would excite everyone invited but some of the men would want to use dirty talk to me. I was prepared for that I do find my sexual arousal takes me beyond the point that words offend or embarass me. I knew that I would be blushing but my vaginal excitement had removed any nervousness now.My partner said he was hard and it was obvious now how large and hard our driver had become; I asked if he would like to be the first to masturbate for me and he. I was holding few books and we started looking and doing things, she was getting in to the bus from the women side you all know ladies from front door and men from the back door I got in to the bus too moved to almost where she was sitting off course with lot of effort as its crowded.I was looking at her and she was looking at me, then you it was my lucky day she was sitting on the last women seat and behind her starts the men seating, the guy in men seat just got up as he was approaching his.