After a few seconds of fiddling what felt like an eternity, the handcuff came loose and she was finally free. Her hands went directly underneath her a... she pressed both gloved hands firmly on her clit. “Aaaaahhhthank you!” she moaned as the release of pressure almost made her climax right there. Her knees went weak instantly and she fell forward onto her belly again making the cock inside her asshole plop out. She was rubbing her own clitoris like crazy now, trying to make up for the emptiness. He was on the inside seat, Kristy was on the aisle. They held hands and smiled at each other. They stayed silent.The lights went out. Students drifted asleep. Girlfriends placed heads on boyfriends' shoulders. Kristy reclined her head against Matt's shoulder.It was not completely dark. There was emergency lighting on the floor and outside light that dispersed through the bus windows. Mr. Benton nodded at Matt and the sleeping Kristy as he walked by. He was pleased to see the students begin to. Jen scared but needy agreed to it and the men hooked her up and towed her to a house way back off the road. Once there they played around a while then fixed the wire starting the car Jen was so happy. Being a good person she asked how much she owed them? The one that did most of the talking said come inside and we'll talk about it. As they all went inside Jen was shoved on a bed one guy on each side of her. Trying to get up she was slapped down and told to stay there. The bigger guy undid his. Once he calmed down and forgot about the clothes he quite enjoyedhimself chatting with Trish."So Mark, can you come back next weekend to do some more renovationwork?" Trish asked him an hour later."Sure Trish, how about next Saturday?" he replied."Mark honey, no matter what happens between us I want you to alwayscall me Miss Wilkins instead of Trish. That will help keep ourrespective statuses in this relationship perfectly clear. Getting backto the original question, you coming over next.