His expression remained sullen as he did so, finally satisfied, handing my driver's license back to me. He then looked at Brad's glanced up and smiled... actually looking friendly."Weren't you here last week?" he asked."I was, yes." Thought so," the guy nodded, then stepped back from the door letting us in. "We're waiting for three more to arrive," he added, and then the girls will be out. Have a seat, there's plenty of booze until they get here."Once inside I noticed there was another obvious. As the bus jerked and bounced around on the rough road I realized that she kept swaying back against the guy behind her. He obviously was excited and his cock had grown hard in his shorts. I nudged my wife and she looked over and saw that the American now seemed to deliberately move back and rub her butt against his cock. I’m not sure if they thought the bus was so crowded that no one could see what was happening, or if the American didn’t care if they were being watched. The boy was clearly. You dont seem enthusiastic and I know you dont like shopping for clothes. You understand that this is what I want and you try to get into the mood. After seeing a few dresses that you might like, your outlook changes somewhat. Trying on a dress makes you feel better about it and you want to try another. Soon youre putting on a fashion show for me and Im delighted you are starting to enjoy yourself. Each dress you come out in to show me you lose a little of the self trepidation you carry. In no. Part of what makes the fantasies so powerful is that, in them, I don’t know what I’m going to be forced to do. I haven’t even talked about all of the things I pretend to be forced into. I guess it’s the whole being forced to obey thing that really turns me on.”“I can understand that. My submissive enjoys the uncertainty as well.”“You’re a dominant?”“Yes, I am.”“Does that mean that you could...”“No, not at the auction. Employees are not allowed to bid at the auction.”“What would you.