This technique insured that my tastes received some variety.I hated the commute. Traffic is aggravation. After a couple of years of exploration, thoug..., I had a route that I determined to be the lowest amount of aggravation possible for a despised trek. So here I am, visage of my beautiful, smiling Johanna in my head, strains of Brahms in my ears, driving a route I drove several times every week.I knew there was a series of traffic lights, but if I hit the first one, then I'd generally make the. It is the first time I have spoken to him other than ask for a bus ticket to my stop and I am relieved when he releases me. He pulls off my teat and pulls his fingers from my tired cunt and stands, he licks his hand and fingers clean, it is clear he is enjoying tasting me as he turns and walks away.Sitting up straight in my seat as I re button my dress, I notice my juices and cum pooled on the seat next to me the milky substance shining under the dim lights of the bus. Sated, I wait for my stop. A burly guard walked up to him. "Here is the folder on this one." Turning to the prisoner, "Woodman, this man is in charge of you now." He turned to return to processing the other prisoners.Matt sat back on the bench. "There must be some mistake. I'm waiting for a Sloan Woodman. You're a girl."With a frown, the girl said, "I'm Sloan Woodman. My folks kind of wanted a boy, so they hung Sloan on me. Where are you taking me?" Hell, I don't know if I'm taking you anywhere. You were assigned to me. ."Hello."I jumped, my chair went flying and I finished up on the floor."I am so sorry," a young pretty blonde girl said as she helped me up,"I didn't mean to startle you, I am really sorry." That's ok, I don't think I broke anything," I muttered."I came over to tell you that when you get dressed you should make surethe curtains are pulled." She grinned as she sat opposite me. "Oh, andby the way, I love your sexy underwear."I looked down at my hands, my face turned crimson, I sat there hoping.