After a few more minutes, I felt his hand really under my thighs and trying to move towards my ass. I opened my eyes to find him retract his hands as ...ast as he could. I looked at him for a bit and then smiled, hoping that he would realize that I liked it. And yes he did realize that and he soon put his hand under my ass and started to massage it. But it was risky, since the bus conductor was constantly moving from one end to another. Finally, when we reached the bus stand, he asked me to give. Without flinching, he began to open the dress; one button, then two, three, lingering deliberately before going to the next, savoring the trail of tender skin left behind as the front of the dress parted. It seemed to take forever, and by the time he had undone the last button, she was breathless and limp. She slid lower in the chair over the slick fabric of the open dress, until her hips passed over the edge of the seat, supported only by her splayed legs stretched out on either side of. I wasfinally inside a woman, even if it was only my finger. Her eyes flew open, her mouth as wide as it could be,she pushed up so my finger went in up to the secondknuckle and that was it. The noise she made I couldnever explain. Her back arched, her head went back and Icould feel her body spasm and grip my finger. Well Ididn’t know much about girls, but I could tell that thiswas a good thing.Her body eventually relaxed and slumped back down ontothe floor. Her breasts were rising up and. This was the mystery voice again ‘We want to see you cum for us. There’s a good girl’. My hands were freed and I reached down between my thighs. It felt different this time. I wasn’t giving one guy a private show. I was doing what I was told, touching myself for a room full of men, most of them much older than me, my breasts straining against the tight nipple clamps, my eyes blindfolded. I began to slide two fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. I was so wet. I heard someone sniff deeply.