I slathered my cock in lube and had Joanne move to her knees, allowing me better access to her tight little hole.I pushed my cockhead against her assh...le and it didn’t budge. I had her exhale again and the head slipped in – with a yelp of “fuck” coming from Joanne. I left it there for a bit as Tim moved closer to rub her pussy, perhaps to distract her. After a very long 30 seconds, I pushed a little deeper. Again – Joanne yelped, but she didn’t tell me to stop. Tim was using his fingers on her. If she weren’t dead, then that raised all sorts of horrible scenarios, the first of which was finding some way to get her out of the driver’s seat without actually killing her with one more tenth of an inch strain on her vertebrae. The second scenario was somehow getting her out of the bus without killing her and the third was caring for her until we could find a way to get her to a doctor.Even if we managed all that, how to deal with the fact that I had just received blow jobs from nearly all. I still occasionally thought of her, and the damage that one person can do to another. Fifteen years later, I had just been widowed. Walking the dog was balm to my soul and a time to think. And I ran into her again. This time she had her own dog, and the conversation began with that. After a bit, she mentioned that I seemed upset. I told her what had happened. ‘Listen, you did me so much good when my husband left me. Calling him a bastard really shocked me, but then I realised that he was and. To tell you about my Master, he is so perfect. I have never seen someone so caring, protecting, loving, cold, composed, eccentric, dominant all simultaneously. I felt safe in his presence.I had just met him. In a couple of hours, there I was in his room, in his bed cuffed to the bedpost, naked, blindfolded, awaiting his caress, soft kneading, and hard slaps.That is how much I trusted him, my Master, my savior. I knew I might never see him again. I might never experience this again with anyone.