Finally the bus roughly halted at the next stop, I rudely pushed my way past the people trying to board and tottered of into the distance, anywhere aw...y from that bus would do. The rain was pouring down hard now and my silk blouse was not only ruined but plainly see through by now, my hard nipples and areola exposed to the dim light of the grey afternoon. I sprinted round a corner and into an alleyway, propped myself against the wall behind a wheelie bin and lifted my skirt. The shock of the. Her feet smelled exactly likie a girls would who just cheered at a soccer game for 2 hours. The captain took her beautiful feet to his face and smelled them, holding them with one hand and jacking off with the other. He ran his hand down her smooth muscular leg and then he said give me a fucking foot job. He placed her feet on his raging hard cock. He could still smell their sweety aroma while she massaged his cock with her beautiful sweaty toes. He started moaning and within 5 minutes he came. My heart starts a steady drumming that is so strong I can feel each beat pounding in my ears. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ I dare shout. No response. I hear a faint conversation in front of me. The driver—no, the passenger. I strain to hear anything that might help me. ‘Yes, boss. We have her,’ the deep voice says. I don’t hear an immediate response, so I can only assume he is on a call. ‘No, boss, we didn’t have to drug her. Get this—apparently her friends were supposed to kidnap her for some. I was on the sofa in the lounge skimming through: ‘Men are from Mars, Women from Venus’ when a shadow hurried along the window. The front door was angrily drummed. ‘Facking let me in… you BASTARD!!’ I let her in, totally naked with her long chestnut hair still matted by the salt water – she was a tad upset. She slapped my cheek with her right hand hard then she beat her fists against my chest repeatedly, all the time mouthing obscenities. ‘You facking, facking nasty bastard! I HATE YOU! I HATE.