Her black bush still glistened with bath water was the first thing I noticed. Next thing I know my face is buried so deep inside her I begin to breath...the same rarified air that filled my lungs years before. I was back inside not knowing what I had missed. "Are you ok? What is wrong with you?" Brought me back unable to move because between my hips a tent was pitched in my flannel pajamas.Or the time we took a hike in the park and a tick crawled up her leg and buried its head between her ass. A single sixty watt bulb provided the only illumination and, in winter, it got terribly cold as there was no heating. Here I would strip off my leathers before starting to dress as my Mistress's maid. First would come the white frilly knickers of the sort so favoured by tennis players; this would be followed by a padded bra, suspender belt and black fishnet stockings; over the top I would wear a tradition maid's black dress though cut very short; a white apron and a small white waitresses' cap. A smile came across his face as he realized that Christiana was treatingjust the way he fantasized about being treated as a secretary. He was alow level employee and not the boss, and he loved being treatedaccordingly.The smile faded as he felt some pain in the balls of his feet. Bradslipped his feet out of his heels and began to rub them before heslipped his feet back into them and continued doing the work thatChristiana had ordered him to do.Brad's typing of draft email responses to. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. I couldn’t believe how good this man was making me feel. I wanted to stay all night in the bus.He was massaging my cock with one hand and pushing a finger in my asshole with the other. I would have wanted to take my pants off to give him easier access to my body, but since there was a lot of people in the bus, I couldn’t.At one point, in a low sexy tone the man whispered in my ear “I’m getting off at the next station, follow me.” I didn’t know what to.