I stood in the dining area with it all going through my head. “Are you all right, Kim?,” Helen asked me after a few minutes. “Yes, of course.”...ALL-rrriiiiggghhhtt. “You were gone an awful long time,” Lulu observed. “Yes,” I said. “There was an accident on the motorway.” I knew it would be a convincing enough excuse. Many people had warned us that U.S. Highway 27 had claimed its fair share of British tourist late at night in the particular area we were in. “Damn it, Kimmy,” I heard Rory call.. I kept at it, and increased my pace. I really wanted to put his cock in me, anywhere, but if he wasn’t asking me I wasn’t begging. I tried being sexual instead, reaching under with the other hand to push and pull on the plug’s rhinestone stopper.“I look funny without the fur, but I feel so… mmm… slippery and new.”Bete smiled but didn’t take the bait.“Uh, I love the feeling in my ass,” I moaned, opening my mouth. I licked my lips and moaned again. “Mmhh, I’m close.”I closed my eyes and opened. He turned, smiled and said, “I haven’t seen you before. Are you new to the bus ride?” “Yes” I replied, “It’s my first day on the job.” The gentleman behind me said, “Hang on tight, Missy, you’re in for a ride today. This driver isn’t called mad Max for nothing’” As I grabbed for the bar, I felt a hand on my thigh and some pressure against my bum. A knee? A hand? Deliberate, or an accident, I couldn’t tell. The gentleman in front of me smiled, “We’ll try to make this as pleasurable a ride as. Both paranoid, we briefly mentioned an alignment machine number, 314 needing repair and when he could fix it, the number being the room at the Holiday Inn. Our relationship devolved into a weekly noontime tryst and on occasion, after my swing shift, our rendezvous there, not much different than "F and F". Enrico once suggested sex in his car. My reply was, "No hotel, no honey."After a few motel meetings, Enrico wanted sex, sans condom.“Why aren’t you on the pill like other women? My wife’s on.