The first few miles we both were silent then she half turned towards me."You know you look a lot like my granddad," she stated.I wasn't sure how to ta...ke that so I didn't say anything."Yeah, a lot like him," she repeated."Oh," I uttered, still unsure where all this was heading."He died last year," she added."Oh, I'm sorry," I glanced at her and I could see that there was a small tear on her tanned cheek."Yeah, I miss him like crazy," she sobbed."I live up there," she cried and pointed, but it. Your hand reaches the bulge in my pants and I can feel the familiar warmness of your touch through the fabric. I take your nipple between my thumb and forefinger and begin to roll it. I feel the heat in the room rise as you respond by rubbing your hand over my crotch, the monster within attempting to burst from its fabric prison.After a moment, you’ve had enough teasing and pull away from my hand. I watch you intently as you pull off your shirt and toss it aside, revealing the slender body. I was blushing and i was having mixed emotions. I wanted to move away from him.I wanted to run away from the bus. But on the other side his hands on my cock really made me horny like never before and it was rock hard jumping and jumping /jerking jerking with excitement. I dint know what to do. Meanwhile the next surprising thing happened. He took my hand in his hand and put it over his lungi. And i felt some very hard and big rod like thing and i immediately knew it was his cock. This was so. You're probably wondering why I look familiar. I have been stalking you around your hangouts for a while and you have seen me at least a few times. I wanted you to. This makes the moment we're in all the more visceral." What am I doing here? Why are my arms tied? Where am I? What are you going to do to me?"The man interrupts her ranting and raving by holding his hand up to slap her. He stops, since that has the desired effect."Hmmm. Where to begin? You are here to be trained as a slave. You.