." Oh hamburgers, he thought, this can't be good. "Well,sure Eric, what is it?" "I need you to give me a dollar for the bus."This happened nearly ever...yday, so Butters always brought $2 for thebus.After about 20mins of waiting, the bus finally pulled in. As Buttersclimed the steps and handed the driver the money, he noticed somethingdifferent. It wasn't the normal, ugly bus driver. No, it was...Ms.Cartman??? "Excuse me, Ms.Cartman maam, um, where's the normaldriver, maam?" stuttered the. Her sole purpose in life now was to support Sammy by working as his prostitute, letting strange men have their way with her night after night.When Cheryl had finished working at night, sometimes as many as three different men had enjoyed the beautiful redhead’s sexy body before she was brought home. After taking a long hot shower, she would join Sammy in his bed. The next morning Sammy would count the money Cheryl had made turning tricks and left for him on the night table beside the bed. On a. I moved a little back and continued with the rubbing of the tit and squeezing it by applying pressure with my back. This went on for a while but we had to shift the gears, I felt her desperation but more than that I was even more desperate this being my first experience. I shifted uncomfortably to indicate a change and luckily she seemed to get the drift, she made space and I eased back into the seat with our arms touching each other. But the major problem was light, in unreserved compartments. You concentrate, pushing slowly into me, as deep as you can go. I groan with pleasure. You keep moving slowly and steadily inside of me, establishing your rhythm. You look at me and say, “You have such a sweet pussy." And you reach down and kiss me deeply again. I match your rhythm as we slowly move against each other, feeling the passion between us. We alternate between kissing each other softly and sweetly, nibbling and tasting, and kissing hard and matching with our physical.