I’m standing in only stockings, garter belt and high heels. Mr. Callahan’s groan at the view, precedes greedy hands exploring my skin. Like glutt...nous leaches, his fingers travel across the expanse of my flesh, stroking, grabbing, groping. I feel he’s close to losing control, all that primal ferociousness just beneath the surface. I want to touch him too, feel his skin under my fingertips. But I’m unsure of the rules of this game, what I’m supposed to do. Hesitantly, I raise my trembling. The bus was mostly empty so we headed to the upper deck and plopped down on the front seat directly above the driver and beneath the concave viewing mirror that all buses seem to come equipped with nowadays. It had been a lovely morning, I was feeling very happy with both the world in general and Stephen in particular so I snuggled my freshly coutured body up against his, rested my head on his shoulder and reached across to stroke my hand along his thigh. Or that is what I meant to do. Now, I. She reached out for it slowly, careful to protect her polished nails. Just a little bit further -- it was a tight squeeze between the floor and the drawer bottom, and there seemed to be some kind of metal rod in the way -- a little bit more... got it! She pulled her hand back. It wouldn't budge. She pulled some more. She could feel her fingers swell a bit and realized she was stuck. Reaching with her free left hand, she groped on the top of the desk for the intercom, found the cord, began to. He then started telling me what to do like we agreed. he called me a nasty slut and tole me to get in my knees and remove his underwear. I was on my knees in record time and pulled down his shorts and his cock sprang out. It did not look too big maybe 6 inches but bigger around than average. He pulled my head to his crotch and I obeyed and took it in my mouth. I started sucking and playing with his balls. The more I sucked the bigger and harder it got. I thought it would never stop growing, I.