I'd spent considerable time trying to discover if she was wearing panties and had found no evidence to confirm it - very exciting. Those incredible pa...ts stuck to her small pussy forming to her perfectly, the camel toe astonishingly deep, her mons outrageously plump."What does it feel like to wear those pants?" I asked, sipping a beer.She glanced up at me and shrugged. "Like pants." So it doesn't hurt to have them so deep in your pussy?"She shook her head, her eyes on the iPhone screen, thumbs. We were abused by the policewoman who was on duty in the sherif's office. We have been subjected to a ridiculous travesty of a 'trial'—I'm no lawyer but Judge Jensen's court and its proceedings was a mockery—sentenced to an elastic period of slave-labor in what turns out to be a glorified bawdy-house run by a sadistic mad woman! It's crazy!" You've got it right, Mrs Kaiser. It's a mad-house. But you should understand the lunatics are in charge of the asylum and there's nothing you can do about. Or rather, grin!! The best part comes later, of course.I am out of the superstore. My knees feel slightly wobbly as I fantasize of the evening ahead. I was originally supposed to meet him where he was staying after work, but am so glad he surprised me earlier by dropping by! As I park at the hotel lot, am excited. I barely recall the motions of going through the hotel reception to his room on the fifth floor. I am approaching his door now. As I am about to knock, it swings open and I am grabbed. I sat down in the inside seat next to the window and he sat down in the seat next to me and smiled. I smiled back and said something to him and he indicated by hand signs that he was a deaf mute. So, no conversation but I could definitely feel the sexual tension as the bus began it's journey. I think he wanted to make a move but he wasn't quite sure how I'd react so I decided to make the first move. It was nighttime and I pretended that the gentle rocking of the bus was making me nod off. .