“Well yeah definitely, are there many I asked?”“Six” he replied excitedly “and they're completely naked, you can see their fanny’s and eve...ything”, this was the early seventies so nudity was not something you got to see everyday as a barely pubescent schoolboy.He led me to Robert’s bedroom and reached under the bed to retrieve the stash, spreading them in front of us as we knelt down.It was a collection of Knave, Penthouse and Mayfair mags and the like and all had pictures of gorgeous women. You couldn’t make me live here at gunpoint!We stopped for half an hour in Atlanta but I stayed on the bus. I have snacks and a couple bottles of water in my bag. The bathroom, or I suppose it’s a toilet not a bathroom, is nearby. I don’t plan to get off the bus until we get to Mississippi. I’ll spend the night there and continue on the next day.A couple of people got on the bus in Atlanta and I think one got off. Shortly after we departed the bus station in Atlanta, a young man came back and. Did I want to continue down this road? Part ofme was fearful, but there was no denying I was more turned on than I hadever been in my life. Could I go down this path knowing that the hand-job I had just given was surely just a small taste of what was to come(cum). I called Master to cancel before this got out of hand. Heanswered saying yes Glenda, what is it? Instead of canceling I foundmyself thanking him and saying how much I looked forward to our nextmeeting. He simply said I know, and. She got off me and glanced down at my face, which was wet with Diego’s cum and piss. I could tell from the look on her face that our relationship would be forever changed. I started to get up as she sat next to me on the cot.She pushed me back down saying, “Holy fuck, Stuart, I had no idea that you could be so fucking nasty. You’ve not only sucked cock and my ass, and eaten these men’s cum, but now you’ve even swallowed Diego’s piss. Well if that’s what you like, then you’ll be getting plenty.