She went to the back of the bus and sat down. He sat towardsthe front away from her…She was deflated. She watched him get off thebus downtown and wa...k into the Banner Tech Office Building. ComputerGeek, she thought, but now at least she knew where he worked.She decided to just ride the bus back around to her apartment. Sittingthere she was horny as hell and the only one on the bus but the driver.Her nipples, still hard, ached to be touched. As she looked up, shenoticed the bus driver was. I usually shave my ass and legs (i like the way it feels) so this wasnt an issue. My hair is long, so I just let it down. He answered the door to his room, looked at me, and smiled. He invited me inside, and as soon as I walked in, he pushed me onto the bed. He kissed me and rubbed at my crotch, squeezed my fake, stuffed tits. I pushed him off, and started unzipping his pants. He stopped me. “Bitch, who do you think you are? You’re MINE. I’ll tell you what to do.” He turned me over, pulled up. As I'm talking, I notice her - she's not scantily dressed, but she was in a t-shirt that clung to her pert breasts the way that t-shirts tend to do on co-ed girls and snug jean shorts that showed off her tight, rounded ass when she bent over, and molded perfectly to her pubis when she stood up. Her legs were lean and she wore low-top sneakers with ankle high baby-doll socks. And, for whatever reason, the bare leg flesh between the tops of her anklets and the hem of her jean shorts on her thigh. A driver there was ready to take us to Riften. All he could talk about while we rode was about how much he liked Black-Briar mead.The first part of our travels were along roads and paths that Lydia and I were well familiar with, from going to Ivarstead. We crossed the Darkwater river, then found ourselves going up and over a mountain pass that we’d never been on before. I could see off to our left a dragon flying around a mountain crest rising from the middle of what looked like a volcanic.