The bus halted at a bus stop and a lady about 35–36 years boarded the bus and came and seated beside me. She was travelling alone and was dressed in...a kurta and leggings. While she was arranging her luggage in the luggage rack above, I quickly glanced at her full body. She was a little plumpish kind of a MILF with big boobs and thick thighs. Her leggings showed her awesome hip and her thick thighs. She had a whitish complexion and was a decent-looking lady.After she settled, we exchanged smiles. At least when I was single for the 2 years I could satisfy myself when ever I wanted. To make things worse we would talk very explicated about sex and our fantasies. So I would start getting worked up and then we would say good night. Normally I would be able to then go to my room and masturbate but with our promise I couldn’t. One night it was really tough Wayne and I was talking, he asked if he could try and make me cum. I told him he could try but it usually took a lot (I knew. “Tell me you’re a naughty little slut and you’re sorry for taking the money,” he grunted, continuing his pace inside of her. “Yes Mr Moriarty, yes Sir I am, I am a naughty little slut and I’m so sorry,” she cried out, her legs shaking. “Thank me for the money I’m giving to keep you out of trouble,” he demanded, pumping even harder. “Thank you Mr Moriarty, thank you so much,” she gasped. Jack grabbed her tie and lifted her head up, staring deep into her eyes as he fucked her tight pussy. .. like James seemed to know... would he love me the same then? Could he? Could he ever accept that I needed this time to time? Not all the time but once in a while could he let slut Mary loose? I could only hope that things would work out. For now, for this one week I was going to do whatever James asked of me though. I had to do it. I had to.I felt hands on my ass cheeks that weren't James's. Strange men feeling and touching me as I was held in James's strong arms. I moaned softly, but not so.