A man's hand was rubbing her leg near her knee. I looked at the guys that were sitting but none of them appeared to be looking at Mary. I couldn't tel... which one of them the hand belonged to. The hand moved to Mary's knee and was rubbing hard. The fingers looked long and somewhat course. I glanced at Mary. She was wide-eyed and trying to wiggle away. It was useless of her to even try. The bus was just to full. Mary's mouth opened in a startled motion. I quickly glanced down again. The back of. I wanted to call the Fashion Police.Then dad said to me, “Get out of those clothes you are wearing and give them to me! Including all of your jewelry! You will find acceptably earrings in your desk drawer!”At least he politely left the room and waited out in the hall for me to change. I started to cry as reality had set in. I had definitely crossed the line and not for the first time either. This was like jail. I undressed and threw my clothes out the door. I’d be damned if I’d fold them neatly. Two men paced back and forth muttering to themselves. I didn't see any guns."I have to use the bathroom," a female hostage said."Shut up!" a man screamed and put his hand in his coat.The gun was a fake. I understood a bank teller couldn't risk that a gun might be real, but I was already positive there were no guns. This was a bank robbery gone bad."What do we do, Mike?" one guy said."Shut up! I don't know yet," Mike said.I headed behind the bank counter and looked around for something that. The feeling of her warm, lovely vagina sliding down encasing me was exquisite, I gasped slightly as she dropped onto me."Mmm, oh, yes, this is what I want. Oh, I love my three girlfriends but they don't have one of these. Oh, they don't have a nice, long, hard cock like you do, Adam. Oh, does it feel good," and she pushed down then twisted her hips back and forth as I felt the tip of my cock being rubbed deeply up inside her.I'm really not a lazy guy but I have come to adore being fucked by a.