I sound like an old man, I guess. Back in my day indeed.Luckily, she seemed to think I was just a fat, disgusting, middle aged old fart. So she wasn�...t interested in hitting on me. I don’t know why she thought I was disgusting. She told me I smelled. I showered on the Three Rivers, however. She was most rude. It was, in general, a most unpleasant ride. I know being poor and being on a crowded Greyhound bus could make one cranky, but she was pushing it, quite frankly.About two hours into it, I. He grabbed tighter on her hair, thrusting as much as he could, feeling her taking him deeper and deeper. He was barly able to tell her..."here i com..." before he shot his load into her mouth. He could feel her swallowing, not only his cock, but the warm cum as it thrusted from him. His body shivered in delight, he felt lightheaded. She continued to suck him, caressing his cock with her tounge. My god, she was so skilled, he could feel himself getting hard again. "Baby..." she continued. Slaves were allowed to attend and sat on each end of the structure. Each seat had a close circuit TV like hookup so the potential buyer didn't have to move from his seat. I was very impressed. It was traditional for the master to have his slaves seated near him so the other masters would know they were not for sale. I immediately ordered my three lovelies to sit with me. I allowed 373 to sit with the available slaves. Maybe if I was lucky, somebody would take Ms. Screech off my hands.Wonder of. “That feels so good...”I yanked his pants down, pulled his cock out, and gulped it down. It tasted especially delicious that time. I sucked him as hard as I could, and I used my hands to play with his balls. As I bobbed my head up and down, his tip slid back and forth across my tonsils. I caressed him with my tongue, and I tasted a hint of pre-cum. I moved one of my hands along his taint, then started toying with his boyhole.“Oh, Jesus—”I sucked on him for about a minute longer, but I.