My mind turned to my Master, and the things he’d do to me that evening, in the silence of the room I could hear my heartbeat accelerate, like a drum..., I squirmed in my seat thinking about my beautifully shaved pussy, and the way my silk thong gripped on my clit and pried my ass cheeks apart. Perhaps it was unprofessional, but Master’s orders were to be obeyed regardless of the social norms and petty rules. My master’s rules were gospel. My pussy twinged at the thought, and I could feel my. He'd even tried Joey's "How YOU doin'?" that always worked on Friends. Nothing. Zero, zip, nada. He had thought that maybe the carnival atmosphere might make the girls more receptive to his charms, but that had not been the case. Like every other Saturday night since puberty, Steve found himself womanless. Women found his charms, his lines, his deodorant and aftershave, in fact every thing about him, eminently resistible. Even Fat Ginny, who, rumor had it, slept with ANYONE, had turned him down. Co.uk.Bus Ride – Part 2 – A New HomeGaby felt every bump in the track as the van, containing only her in the back lurched along the track towards god knows where! She felt her eyes closing under the blindfold and drifted off into happier times………She awoke in the cold darkness of pre-dawn, every muscle aching, to find that her she was still in the van which had stopped moving. Moments later the back door opened and she heard a voice.“Get her out….you know where to put her!” The man said and. She was herself confident without being cocky. She intended to continue the slanging during the bout as both women felt it added to the excitement and raised the erotic temperature. The slanging would include the guys probably promising to do things to each other’s husband after the wrestling finished. All of this, Rob and I agreed, would only enhance the event and help to make it the most memorable of occasions.The day of the match Rob and Sue arrived and went straight to their room to shower.