She quoted a tribute amount of three hundred dollars for a two hour session, assuring me the level of her sadism would be tailored to my individual pa...n tolerance. I had previously read her comments on a blog concerning the need for security at bondage sessions, she never had an assistant, and was confident of being able to handle any sub.Relieved to learn that I wouldn’t have two persons to subdue, I casually inquired about cross dressing and forced gay sex, telling her that I had heard that. My uncle had seen the old guys. He was almost 60 up. I said bye to my dad & uncle and kiss my little brother & when too my seat which was near window and the old guys was setting next to me he was little fat guy almost 60% of bed he was setting. The bus arrived we went out of the city. The old guy started talking too me where is I am from?? What I do?? Bla bla bla. But while talking to him was staring to my breast. I was wearing a white tight top & cotton black night pant. After talking to him. “Paint my back hole you dirty cunt fucker!” She yelled at the top of her voice. Bec was grinding her cunt all over my face and pumping gallons of fuck juice over me, if I didn’t come up for air soon I was going to suffocate! “Suck you filthy slut’s cunt b*o! Suck me dry! Stick your tongue in me and drink my cum!!!!” Finally Mom couldn’t take any more, and she slid off my softening cock and collapsed into the piss pool beside me. Bec fell off as well and lay beside Mom, unable to move. My cock. All blacks had big dicks, didn't they?I was standing in plain view now, but outside of the doors. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, it did. He orgasmed into her. She screamed loud enough for me to hear outside. He pulled out of her and she straightened up and turned toward me. Our eyes met. Her hand went to her mouth. I must have looked like a puppy dog to her: hands at my side, my look undoubtedly tragic.She wrinkled her brow and slowly shook her head in what I figured had to be.