His request was simple enough. His hand spanking my ready ass receives him with warmth. Each spank sends shivers to my body, my muscles contracting, p...easure runs through my body. I'm thankful that I've been trained well. He turns me over, his cock in my face. I take him in. Turn on, shame, restriction, thoughts, everything, flow over me at once, taking me out of the moment, then bringing me back in. I hope he doesn't push me all the way, and at the same time he tells me to let him know if it. Then he undid the front of my skirt and let it fall to my feet and I stood before him wearing only highs stockings and my heels. I could see a bulge in his trousers, so I reached out and began rubbing it throw his trousers, He did not say anything but the bulge got bigger. I then found myself undoing the snap and zipper on his trousers as I knelt down in front of him. I pulled down his trousers and his briefs, his still growing cock now released from it’s confines was only inches from my face. That time it had started raining and the bus was going very slow. It appeared that there were more than thirty minutes to reach the last bus stop. I pretended to be falling asleep. At one moment bust was taking a sharp turn so I had to balance myself letting my legs wide open. That exposed my pussy fully to them. It was quite an inviting pose of my pussy. To make it more seductive I again started scratching my inner thighs. At one moment I started vigorously scratching my pussy and clit.. That would be bad if I was, being a virgin an all that crap. I stood about 55 or 56 in height, I was little on the chubby side, but never to the point where I was overweight, I have shoulder length black and teal hair like I said before. My breast were a DD46 in size an I had a 15-16 waist which I did love. I never adored being skinny, not that theres anything wrong with being skinny. My family stood on mixed sides of Indian, Asian, black, African, White, and Cherokee. I loved being who I was,.