A man whom I had seen before got on the bus and asked if he could sit next to me. Riding the bus everyday He often would sit close to me watching me ...hen he didn’t think I noticed. He was a big black man. Virile and tall.Every time the bus doors would open I would catch a whiff of his cologne, damn he smelt good. He was dark with darting black eyes, long eye lashes, a shaved head and a nicely trimmed goatee. We talked, but I couldn’t stop thinking naughty thoughts, my mind filled with. There were so many ways this could go bad. Ifthis were some sort of MIED (Magically Improvised Explosive Device)then he was probably already a dead man. Of course how could he leaveit along the side of the road? It might hurt the next car that cameby.Mark spotted a plain looking cloth bag. Mark knew that instead ofapproaching it he should call 911 and get some police out here. Therewas something about the bag drew him toward it. Mark approachedcarefully every sense full open. Whatever was. Anything you want. Only, don’t rush it. This is a very special thing for both of us and – well, we both want to enjoy it.’This almost answered the question I hadn’t asked but I put it to him anyway. ‘Does that mean you want to be involved as well?’‘Of course. That was always the idea. I’ll probably watch for a while – I want to see her – see her getting it. But the two of us together can give her a real seeing to. Can’t we?’It hadn’t been the scenario I had originally visualised but it was too. Katherine held out her arms and Ellie threw her arms around Katherine’s neck who clutched her around her waist. Ellie put her head on Katherine’s shoulder and cried again. Freely. Katherine put her hand on Ellie’s bottom and felt the hard ridges from the caning. She squeezed and Ellie gasped. Katherine laughed a wicked laugh, saying, “Was it what you expected?” Ellie was sobbing but managed to say, “It was much harder than I thought it would be, and so painful.” Katherine pulled her head back,.