Now walk beside the truck.“Huh, huh…wha…what, I thought you said you’d give me a ride out of this place.” Kevin fired. “It is becoming inc...easingly obvious to me that you neither understand nor know your place as a bitch with a real man. I guess I’m gonna have to train you harder slut. Now get your ass out on the road, in front of this truck, and strut your bitch ass down the street foe I put by foot up your ass and leave you here.” He barked. Womack cut on the headlights of the truck as if to. But I kept coming back to how impossible Nate and I were. We wanted what we couldn’t have and it was just too damn hard. I wondered if he had come to the same conclusion this morning. The music spoke for him and told me everything I needed to know. I think he knew, just as I did, how impossible we were, how difficult it was to hold back the wave of desire between us. In the bright light of the morning after the storm, it was easier to take out all those frustrations on the piano instead of. I look around the bus but nobody notice. The bus is full. His hand was under my bag so no one can see. He then caught my cock and was stroking it. After 5 mins my cock was like iron rod. He unzipped my shorts and put his hand inside and stroked my cock. After 15 mins I came. After this I did not see him for 2 weeks in bus. After 2 weeks I saw him. I went and sat next to him. He straight away put his hand on my cock under my bag and started to stroke my cock. I saw him next day. He said get down. "And by putting his address on the vouchers, the checks went right to him. Thenhe would forge our signatures again on the checks, and deposit the endorsedchecks into his bank account. Since we never travel, there wouldn't be anyduplicate vouchers filed. And he would have gotten away with it, if I hadn'thappened to notice my name showing up on the Accounts Payable listing." Unbelievable," exclaimed Josie, a young Hispanic woman. Like Lisa, Josie was inher mid-twenties; she had a dark complexion.