I walked up to the piano and ran a few notes. Mike on bass started a walking blues, Mac, slid behind the drums and came in, Bobby produced a harmonica...and we played. we ended with a flourish. Suddenly picking up a mike, Frank switched us into Hootchie-Cootchie man by Muddy Walters, growling the song, no attempt to sing. We swung in behind, I climbed on my Farfisa. Holly and the girls rode shotgun on backing. ‘The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born You got a boy child’s comin’..’. Mr Cartwright watched as the young PA's firm buttocks sway seductively as she walked.Steele was sat in his executive chair, waiting for Mandy.'Time for your change isn't it?' he asked, knowing the answer.Mandy nodded 'That is correct Mr Steele'Mandy moved closer to the desk, hitched her pin striped skirt over her hips and bent over the desk. Nestled between her buttocks was a black latex square.Steele took one hand and slid his fingers around to grasp the square, and pulled gently. Mandy's pale. ” She licked at her lips desirously as her mouth began to salivate.” “May I?” she asked, her eyes glued to Jim’s cock. “I thought you would never ask,” Jim grinned excitedly. She parted her luscious lips an slid them slowly down Jim’s shaft and then back up again “Mmmm,” she moaned hungrily and pulled his cock into her mouth as far as it would go, then released it and then plunged at it again and again and again. It wasn’t long before Jim had to pull off the road. The feeling of those luscious. The window vibrated too much, along with the rest of the bus, and so the chance of trying to fit her head into the corner between the seat and the window would shake her into a headache from hell. After attempting to sandwich her hoody in the corner as a cushion had failed she gave up and leant back against the seat and closed her eyes. With the noise, and no support for her neck she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she could at least let her mind wander for a while and reach that daze like bus.