Grunts, moans, curses, oaths mixed with squishing sounds and flesh on flesh collisions as we very quickly fell into a heated session of fucking and de...bauchery such as I doubt few men ever get to experience! I found myself holding on to her hips more just to keep up with her than to control her.Then it happened. I heard her guttural moan and actually felt it vibrating the tight lining of her vagina as she tightened down around me and experienced the first of a crashing orgasmic wave followed. After much haggling with the Saloon Crowd, they finally reluctantly agreed to let the event take place, with the full understanding—the fem fight between the two females would go until one or the other was too exhausted to continue and had to give up.Because they had heard that these Oriental people engaged in some unusually exotic sexual practices, the Saloon Crowd made sure the Indians understood if their female lost—she might be dominated and sexually humiliating by the woman who won.Before. He’d always been in control in this relationship, and...oh fuck, her tongue, her fingers wet with what he knew to be her own juices pushing into his ass, and he couldn’t think anymore. Fuck. Her slim fingers and probing tongue seemed to send a shock through his entire body, and oh God, his cock was going to explode...“No.” A command. From her to him. “You will not climax until I tell you to do so.” Who was this woman? He didn’t know and he didn’t care...and didn’t notice her tying and. From the way she was dressed, I could tell her folks must be well-to-do.This was in early December, and this went on for a couple of weeks. I always gave her hair a little tug. She always turned in her seat—smiled at me and said hello. I come to realize she was taking the seat right in front of me on purpose. I know it's silly - but I was flattered.Then one morning she got on the bus. A moment later, I noticed a pair of shiny patent leather shoes standing in front of me. I looked up and there.