She had a spiral notebook under her arm. She set the Coke down on the ground, and unfolded the chair. As she sat down, she said, “Okay. What’s the...story?” “What’s the grocery notebook for?” asked George. “Well, if I’m gonna be your manager, I need to take notes, “ she told him. “Manager? Since when do I need a manager? And to manage what?” asked George. “Whoa! Whoa! Isolde, you’re getting way ahead of things,” interjected Bob. Then he said, “Do you have an extra chair for the old guy?” “Be. Tall, rugged, fit looking and was making me a little woozy. He helped me up the steps into the bus and was watching my ass very closely as I climbed on board!!! He wispered,'Mmm, white panties, I love it love!'. I found my seat and Mick and I sat down about half way onto the bus. The young guy sat at the back on the rear seat, he was with 2 other guys who were both young and black too. All of them were giving me the eye?Mick was curious and asked what did he ask about? I replied, 'O, nothing. The other moistened circled, teased, rubbed. Not to be outdone, the noise started to evolve. The thumping now included squelching, sighing, gasping. Words followed. "Right there. Yes. Harder. Oh, fuck me." The voice was familiar, but his mind wouldn't place it. "Give it to me. Oh, come on. Yes. Right there. So good." It was some close to him, but my god just look at Gilda. She's perfect. "Oh, Patrick." Erica?!Jerking his head to the right, there she was watching him with her steel blue eyes.. No fantasy. Reality. I was dressed up in red: fishnet stockings, g-string, and a babydoll. I was wearing a metal chastity cage that was pulling my clit down, and it was a clit, it only half filled the cage. I had a new cock too - a black face dildo which was double-ended. In my new role, I had to jerk it as I was fucked in my pussy and I was being fucked. She had fucked me so hard that I was completely submissive to her, sucking on my gag with wild abandon, a true sissy slut. It had started.