It was mid July and for some reason it seemed the air conditioner was not working properly. I started to sweat right from the start of the ride. I was...only wearing button up jean shorts and a tee shirt, but I still found it really warm. I chatted with the couple and shared 5 or 6 beers with them that Matt pulled from his pack sack he had brought onto the bus. I started to feel pretty good as the evening came. By about 11 pm I needed to sleep. The temperature had cooled down, so I pulled a small. ”“You must be Becky,” the strange woman mused, a smile curling her lips. “Ryan has told me all about you.”“Oh?” Becky replied, blowing a strand of her dark hair out of her face. “I’m afraid he hasn’t told me anything about you. Who might you be?”“My name is ... Natasha,” the stranger said with a smile. “Pleased to meet you.”Becky simmered with quiet jealousy. Had Ryan done this just to get back at her for cheating? It had only been a couple of months, and she knew that he was no Casanova. To. He concluded that a carefully planned and orchestrated campaign of intimidation had been created to drive Mrs. Coswell to end her life after suffering through a long period of deepening depression. He cited the reviews by four other ‘experts’ – Drs. Cliner, Whitney, Heinbach, and Jones from different rehabilitation institutions in the United States that drew the same conclusions from that data.“Dr. King also discussed the treatment that Mrs. Coswell went through at the Institute. Other women. Come on, what are you looking at; get me ready to fuck your bitch.”I knew exactly what he was asking and what was expected. I knelt down and tugged at his shorts. There was a pause when the waistband snagged but a sharper tug and his stiff cock sprung free and was perfectly positioned in front of my face. I shuddered with excitement to as I took hold of this beautiful fat smooth penis and leaned forward to lick it.Master seemingly took little interest in my efforts; he just stood there looking.