It throbs in my mouth and my master gives an approving groan, tightening his grip on my hair. I'm still only half way down, its just so.. Big. "Furthe... now." he orders, and I do my best to comply. Gripping the base of his cock with one hand I slide my tongue up and down his shaft, still deep in my mouth. Bit by bit I take it more and more, until I feel that telltale breaching of the back of my throat. This is the hard part. Holding my breath I slowly take his cock down my throat. My Master. ..The bus. Suddenly Leo's heart sank again. He dreaded the thought ofgetting on a bus dressed like this, surrounded by strangers. But again,what was there to do? He had no car, and he wasn't about to waste moneyon a cab again. "C'mon, you twerp, be a man," he said to himself. Thedress pushed on his chest tighter as if to argue to the contrary.Leo handed his $1.50 to the driver and said nothing. He moved to the backof the bus, looking at no one and being as subtle in his movements aspossible.. He pressed the tip of his tongue against Sue’s puckered opening and began probing her anus. ‘Oooh fuck David your friend’s tongue is in my bottom!!’ ‘Do you like that Sue?’ ‘Oh yes David … oh fuck yes’! My cock was now so hard it ached. Alex withdrew his tongue, reached over, picked up his slacks, fumbled in the pocket and retrieved something. I couldn’t quite see what it was … then I saw him unscrewing a cap from a tube … oh fuck he’s not is he? I said to myself. He squeezed a clear substance. ”“Did you serve, John?” Dinita asked. “I thought I saw a pained look cross your face when we talked about Whitney’s service.”“It was different back then,” I answered. “Maybe. It seems like so long ago that we failed to learn our lesson in Vietnam.”“Lord, my Savior, if it be thy will, bring my feet safely to the ground again that I may continue to serve you. Purge my soul of hate and fear. Hold those I love in your loving care. Lord, thy will be done.”I’d said the same prayer before each flight.