I slowly walked over the floor in my thick socks, making no noise on the polished wooden floor. I was suddenly very excited, my nipples were hard and ...pressed against my shirt and I could feel my vagina moistening. Rogers eyes were fixed on the screen and he didn’t see me as I stood next to him looking at what he was looking at… a high resolution picture of a woman sat on a man’s penis. I gasped at the site of the guy’s long cock impaling the woman’s shaven vagina. Roger looked from the screen. Right after I boarded my bus at Majestic, Bengaluru at 9 pm, I got settled and sat at my window seat observing people as the bus was yet to depart.Shortly after, I saw this lady get onto the bus and I was mesmerized by her beauty. She was probably 5’3″ in height, fair in complexion, and was a little on the chubbier side and maybe in her early 30s. She was right across my seat on the other side.Since she had taken the upper berth, she found it a little hard to keep her luggage, so I decided to. "You give the best backrubs. But you don't have to do that. I mean, you're hurt."I shook my head. "No, no, it's okay. We're taking a break anyway, right?" I gestured to the bed. "Go ahead, lie down."She sprawled out on the bed. I climbed on top of her and started kneading her spine. "Mmmm, Eric. You've got the touch."I chuckled. "You say that every time, Val." Well, it's true. Mmmmm." After a little more moaning and happy noises, she said, "You know, I had a dream about you over the weekend.". Initially, I avoided the question with the excuse that I hadn't counted, but he demanded that I estimate. After I confessed that it was about twice a week and four times a day when he was out of town, he figured out that Carl had probably taken me a hundred times.That still wasn't enough information for him. He also wanted to know how many times he had cum in me."How do you expect me to know that?" I had responded, again avoiding his question.Again, he demanded that I estimate. "How many times.