The only thing I had to do is “touch, feel, think ..etc all in silence”. The seat before me is empty and I am thinking of good chance of having a ...orgeous girl infront of me. The bus started moving and after few stages of stop 3 different families got into the bus. By my luck, I saw an Old lady and beautiful girl of about 19 years coming towards the seats infront of me. The girl was placed at window side infront me and next an old lady.The bus started moving and the lights were off after few. I stand facing her, water rushing over us both. My tears of elation, hidden, the sadness in my eyes, lifted. A moment, an eternity, eyes delving into each others soul. A half smile from her as her hands touch my shoulders and turn me away from her. In her hands the soap as she runs them down my tired back, past my hips, over my buttocks, down the back of my thighs. I know she is squatting, I can feel her breath on the small of my back. A pensive moment, a jaguar before the strike. I feel a. It isn't a real bullwhip, of course, because that would cause too much damage to the slaves and I wouldn't be able to make the fun lasts, but it's the next best thing to it. It's a black leather six inches whip which end has been made to kick pretty hard on the slaves. The bruises it causes are great to look at. I wanted a whip which would reflect my personality and the moron who did it for me managed to design it to my exact specifications. I found out he was quite submissive to Women when he. The experience was incredible for her as she finally climaxed, screaming out in absolute satisfaction, months of frustration finally released.Chapter four The Casanova and The Whore.Vito Vito thank you that was amazing!!!", she yelled.Exhausted, he fell back in the chair. However she wasn't finished yet. She sat up on the edge of the table, wild-eyed and panting, "Oh, Fuck me again, Please, please pound my pussy like before!!!"He got up from the chair and walked in to the living room..