But I feel a freedom to it. My body perked to His absence. I get out of the bed, i don't bother with the dressing gown, i pad barefoot on the cool woo... floor. I take the toys from the drawer, lay them out as if they are surgical tools. I clean and admire them one by one. The little egg vibrator glistens silver, i straighten the cord, give him, fresh batteries. I massage a tube of lube in my small hand, warming it as i do. Then i grin at a big black butt plug the naughtiest one i have. The. He come back over to me and positions me the way he'd like me to lay, by this point my bald pussy is out on show as he has placed one leg over the side of the chaise and the other dangling over the edge. My head on a white leather pillow and my left arm placed under my left breast with the left hand placed gently atop my right breast whilst my right arm is draped falling off the chaise and onto the floor. As I lay there I start to wonder if this is how university professors normally do business. All he did then was look at my wife and said your husband, your man, your lover, is going to guide me into you! My wife was hysterical now trying every way she could to get away from him move her from this position but she was so steadfastly tied into this position only her arms were shaking and moving against their tightly secured bond to her wrist. Then and there he just shoved his wolf like legs and hips a bit forward and the little finger like tip sank right up into my wife’s pussy making. As I pondered my dilemma, the bus arrived and I got on, climbing up to the almost deserted top deck. I decided I'd have to find an isolated seat and masturbate away the desire raging in my crotch.I went down to the front of the bus, there was only two other people on the upper deck, an elderly couple near the middle. I sat at the front and half turned in my seat so that I could see along the bus. I had one leg on the floor, the other partly on the seat, this way my legs were open and I had free.