"Starting in 1940 until late 1941, we secretly broke into and robbed 18 banks without ever being seen or caught in the act. Unlike Dillinger or Pretty...Boy Floyd, or any of the other infamous bank robbers of the era, no one ever saw our faces. We took security extremely seriously and made sure we had a flawless escape plan. We split up into separate cars after each job, leaving one of us behind to hide the majority of the money until the heat was off a week or two later. We changed cars as often. So here today I stand on a fully packed commuter bus, it's 07:35 and heading to the city, the same bus is always packed, and the same men always crush against me, my body is sensitive to men touching, I feel the slight increase in pressure, but standing in my preferred position, holding on to a pole and hanging strap, allows the gropers the freedom to feel, and trace my panties elastic into my crotch, or press their exposed cocks between my bum cheeks, trust me guys, you really can feel a girls. ..before I could even finish my sentence she was pulling down my sweats and stroking my dick I could tell by how big her eyes got that it was thicker than what she imagined it to be from then on there were hardly any words exchanged between us she started to suck on my dick taking in as much as she could handling it with the care of a postal worker. My dick was dripping with spit so frothy i started to wonder if I had cum and didn't know it. She was pleasing me so much i picked her up and. It wouldhave been an intense orgasm regardless but thinking and saying I was"Mistress' Slut" produced a feeling that seemed to well up from thecenter of me and spread outward, more powerful than any orgasm I couldremember.I stood up, and stumbled over to my bed, and basically fell in. Igrabbed my phone, set an alarm and rolled over. I quickly was out, andthe dreams came.They were all similar. I was walking down a street in the same outfitas before, waving to people starring. I was standing.