I pretended to be looking at my newspaper, but instead gazed intently at her long legs, shiny with glimmers of perspiration. The sight aroused feeling... of lust. I thought about rubbing my hands up and down her tight, muscular calves. She was watching the route the bus was taking and twisting her brown hair with her finger. Just when I thought I was not going to be able to handle the lust that was overwhelming me, Rupa stood up holding the metal pole. The bus was nearing the stop that she meant. Can’t that be said about most people?To some degree. But, even for folks with a lot of masks, the masks themselves derive in some way from the hidden inner self. Yours didn’t do that.Oh. That does mesh with the dissociation though. How did it change?The colors and borders between the two began to soften and blur. You still have traces of that strong social mask present; but there is a much greater sense of cohesion between the two.How so?Before, it was clear that there wasn’t much of the core. Faith stood in front of Kelly; her long red hair tied in a bun and she was wearing a leather one piece with chain clasps. She held a whip in one hand and rope in the other. She had a bag slung over her shoulder, no doubt full of kinky toys, and without a word; Faith grabbed hold of Kelly fiercely. She roughly tied her hands behind her back and bent her over the bed “have you been a bad girl?” She demanded.“Yes, Faith!” Kelly mumbled. “No! I am your Mistress and you shall address me as such!. She was increasing the speed and the firmness of her grip, both with her hand and her lips. For a person with little blowjob experience, she was doing one hell of a job. Almost instinctively I placed my free hand on the back of her head urging her to take my cock deeper into her mouth.After some more movement on the sofa around me, I felt sowmiya face close to my ear and heard her soft sexy voice say “Time for final enjoy.” then I placed my lips on her and placed hands on her 32 size boobs.It.