My pale buttocks were exposed to him as the thong-like knickers dissapeared into my cheeks and as I felt my vaginal fluids run down and gather in my a...us, I started to clench my vaginal muscles and work my bum cheeks, all in full view to him, surely now he would intervene and put me out of my misery.With one look down the bus and back to me lying spread-eagle in the back seat, he undid his flies and pulled his cock out, gave it a few quick jerks to get it to full potential, got up and sat down. After a few seconds, she started again, but, once more, shehung up. On the third attempt, she kept her nerve and let the phonestart ringing."Hi. It's me." I know it's late. I just ... I need to talk to someone." No, they're not here. It's just ... me." Sara was sniffling some astears threatened to overwhelm her."I ... I ..." Sara broke down crying. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I ...I can't ... stop." Okay," she sniffled. "Okay. I can ... meet you ... at the door." Shewiped at her tears. . Her fingers swirled about making brief contact with my balls. She then worked up to my ass cheeks; her fingers firmly rubbed the large muscles. Her finger slipped into the crack, tickling my asshole every few strokes. She had been about ten minutes into our massage when she asked if I would tip her if she gave me a ‘Happy Ending’. “Only 100 dollars more she would make it special and me very happy, she didn't normally do this she said but she liked me and under our circumstances, this could be. “It could get a little nasty if he didn’t believe you, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. But what if he did believe you?”“Yes,” I say. “If it becomes known then I am a one-man freak show, unable to walk the streets in peace—if I am even allowed to walk them at all. All come to talk to me, study me, gawk at me, put me under microscope until I no longer have a life of my own, a life with you.”“That’s about it,” she tells me.“But if we swear him to secrecy...”“Come on, Hugo, you know better,”.