Now i was giving my boyfriend a handjob in the back row of a public bus with some passengers sitting in front of us - luckily the bus was almost empty... with only a few passengers..I could see the cars passing by on the street from the window ,the drivers could only see my face but had no idea what's going on below ..This thought aroused me in a strange way, i was so turned on by this..( I am addicted to my own adrenaline with a exhibitionist side )And also a perfectionist! A handjob would never. No undies. I like to collect the undies for the women and boi’s who I fuck. Here, put these on.” He says as he tosses me a thong. I look at them. Then he says, “ look familiar? They belong to your wife.”So, what do I do? I put them on like a little bitch boi! I felt helpless by his demands. After I put them on he tells me to climb into bed with him. Once I am in bed he lays down on his back. “Come here little boi and climb on this big dick.” So I straddle his waist and reach between my legs as. No doubt you’ve noticed that earlier today I arranged to have a computer placed in your cell. On it is loaded those MP3s you made of some of your more enthusiastic cock-gagging victims, the ones who never seemed to mind too much being forced to repeatedly swallow your shaft up to your balls. Insist on watching a few of them with her, all in the interest of getting hard for the test. Who knows, seeing all those sluts enjoying themselves may put her on the defensive and make her begin to wonder. ” I shot back. “Okay, Lady, whatever.” She shrugged. “You wanna come here and snuggle?” She asked. “Oh come on,” I protested, “You know I don’t like girls.” “Liar.” She smirked. I opened my mouth to add, ‘and even if I did I wouldn’t want girls like you…’ but she interrupted me before the words could get out. “You regaled us with tales of how you had women massage your breasts every night, back home.” I was stunned. “That’s different!” I gasped. “Is it?” Said Saela. “Quick! Tell me how!” .