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Chapters 1-74 can be downloaded for free at
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   Just a quick note that I am running a new survey about the future of
"What Some People Will Do".  Brenda's husband Jim is trying to get a
promotion at work but he's afraid his boss will find out about Brenda's
show and hold it against him.  How should his promotion be handled?

   1) Jim's boss doesn't find out and Jim gets the promotion with no
hassles.  2) Jim's boss is a WOMAN who DEMANDS FAVORS FROM JIM to get the
promotion.  3) Jim's boss is a WOMAN who DEMANDS LESBIAN FAVORS FROM BRENDA
for Jim's promotion.  4) Jim's boss is a MAN who DEMANDS FAVORS FROM BRENDA
for Jim's promotion.

   Cast your votes at my "What Some People Will Do" feedback form on my
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   Thanks and I look forward to your feedback!  Now onto the story.

   What Some People Will Do (C)2000, 2009 by Sir Render
(i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of May 2009)

   Chapter 75

   Tuesday morning again saw Brenda up at six to be made up and dressed by
a professional.  She was frankly surprised to find her outfit for the day
was less revealing than Monday's.  She left the house in a white t-shirt
and jean shorts.  Mind you, the t-shirt was both thin and virtually skin
tight, allowing the dark pink circles of her areolae and lately constantly
hard nipples to be seen pretty clearly.  And the jean shorts were cutoffs
from a pair of pants, with tattered ends cut so high that even Daisy Duke
would be ashamed to wear them.  The shorts were also too small for her,
leaving her unable to zip or snap the fly.  The effect this had as she sat
in her car was that while her slit was technically concealed, her entire
mound of brown pubic hair was clearly visible to her as she gazed down upon
her lap.

   She hadn't even tried to get at the video recorded the day before by the
little computer and cameras mounted to her dashboard, but she wondered just
how much of her body was exposed to the lens pointed in her direction. 
Part of her hoped it wasn't much while another part of her, the wicked,
naughty side, hoped everything was being captured on film.  She drove most
of the way to the safe house with one hand down the gaping front of her
shorts.  She kept the rubbing slow and light, relishing the feel of her
short hairs between her fingers, so as not to make herself cum.  But it did
keep her in a state of persistent arousal, and that's why she secretly
hoped the camera could see her rubbing herself.

   She pulled into the driveway at the safe house and remembered what she
had done there the previous afternoon.  Since she hadn't actually let the
guys fuck her, she reasoned she hadn't really cheated on her husband.  But
it sure had been a blast sucking both guys' cocks at the same time while
they fingerfucked her and manhandled her breasts.

   And there the two lads stood, leaning against Ryan's recently bought
used car and smoking cigarettes.

   "Oh yuck," Brenda spat as the boys stomped out their smokes on the
driveway and came toward her car.  "Guys, I have a rule about smoking. 
Don't do it in my presence.  Don't do it in my car.  And if you really want
more of the good stuff from me, you'll stop smoking at all."

   "C'mon Brenda," Vince argued.  "It's just a harmless cigarette.  It
doesn't hurt anyone."

   Brenda decided to take perhaps a too emotional approach.  "It hurts me
to see you do it.  Besides, what kind of man smokes a cigar-ETTE?" She
stressed the end just like that.  "Cigar-ETTEs are girly.  If you're going
to smoke, be a man about it and smoke a real cigar, not a dainty wainty,
cute little widdle girly cigarette." She pouted as she said this.  Then
taking a stern tone she added, "But just don't smoke at all around me or
you're out of the carpool."

   "You can't do that," Ryan countered from the back seat.  "We're on
staff."

   "My contract says I can say no to anything the studio asks me to do,"
she said matter-of-factly as she backed out into the street.  "If I see you
smoking again, you're out." She added for emphasis, "And you REALLY don't
want to miss the next three days." The fact was, though, that she didn't
actually know what her outfits were going to be for the rest of the week.

   The last bit was all Vince needed to hear, and he threw his pack of cigs
as hard as he could out the window.  He could bum a smoke off someone at
school; he didn't need his own pack, and as long as Brenda didn't catch him
with any, there was no problem.

   "My I just say," he said as he turned to face Brenda, "that you look
particularly stunning this morning?  And...  whoa momma!" He was looking
her up and down and had just discovered the pot of gold - or brown, but
that makes it sound like something worse so disregard that - between her
thighs.  He stared for minutes and watched like an outside observer as
someone's hand - it might have been his but it was moving of its own accord
- floated down into the crease of her crotch.  His fingers lightly patted
the furry mound.  "Sweet Jesus that's a beautiful sight."

   Ryan of course was practically standing up to see over the front seats
at what had his friend so enchanted.  "Hey alright, no panties today.  But
why the shorts?  I don't get it.  I mean, why bother?"

   "Who gives a crap?!" Vince replied without taking his eyes off the sight
of Brenda's pubes.  "I wish chicks at school would stop shaving their
bushes off and let them look like this.  That is so fucking sweet."

   "Well I'm glad you approve," Brenda said, making no effort to stop him
from pushing four fingers and a thumb farther down the front of her shorts.

   Being only her second day on the job, and given that there was some
distraction on her attention, Brenda had to ask for directions again, which
the guys were happy to oblige though they missed a couple of the turns
since they weren't really paying attention to where they were.  Brenda had
to double back more than a few times to get on course.

   Vince had grown bored with rubbing her pubic mound and feeling her clit
and pussy lips.  He turned his attention to Brenda's stiff nipples.  He
began by lightly poking the nearest nipple through her thin white shirt,
pushing it in and watching it poke back out as it became tighter and
longer. Then he moved on to pulling the hard nub straight forward and
releasing to watch her boob quiver like gelatin on release.  Before long he
had both his hands wrapped around her right breast, squishing and squeezing
it in all directions to feel its warmth and fullness against both palms.

   But fear not dedicated reader, for Brenda's pussy was not forgotten by
Ryan who took the opportunity to reach around between the front bucket
seats and slide his fingers down the front of her shorts.  He too delighted
in the feel of her pubes against his palm as he gently pinched her clitoral
hood between two fingertips.

   "Boys, you know what...  what happens when you...  do that," Brenda
panted between shallow breaths.  "Let's...  save that for the...  afternoon
ride home, okay?"

   The guys licked their lips remembering the previous days' after school
activities.  If the coming afternoon was even half as enjoyable, both of
them would remember it for the rest of their natural lives.

   When they arrived at the high school, a bit late for which Brenda was
thankful as most of the parents dropping off kids were already gone, Brenda
gave the small crowd of high school guys gathered around her car in the lot
a little extra treat.

   She pushed open her door and swung both long, slender legs out.  Taking
hold of the door frame, she pulled herself in one long, slow, smooth motion
out of the car.  Standing tall, Brenda strutted her stuff in her high heels
and truly pointless cutoff jean shorts while making her way to the back
door, where she bent at the waist to retrieve Ryan's backpack for him.  She
felt unknown hands on her bare ass cheeks, which caused her to jump and hit
her head on the padded ceiling.  "Ow!  Boys, be nice," she scolded as she
withdrew from the interior.  She used the backpack as a shield to push back
anyone who had gotten too close.  The crowd of teenage boys shuffled
backward like a herd of zebras in the presense of a lioness.  Brenda rubbed
her sore head with her free hand.  Then there was laughter and a moment
later Ryan came around to take his bag from her.

   "Thanks Mrs.  Young-- I mean Brenda.  "Three o'clock, same place."

   The boys backed farther away but did not take their eyes off her.  As
Brenda began to step around the back door of her car to push it shut and
slip back into the driver's seat, she discovered that some punk had pantsed
her!  Right there in the parking lot, with cars still going by and high
school children of all ages walking about, her shorts had been yanked down
to lie bunched at her ankles!

   "Well I'll show them!" she told herself.  Rather than act embarrassed
and play for their amusement by bending over to pull her shorts up, she
puffed up her chest - probably the wrong thing to do when you're a C cup
wearing no bra and a tight-fitting white t-shirt - and stepped out of the
shorts.  With one foot she kicked them up into the air where she grabbed
them with one dexterous hand, then tossed them in the window to land on the
gear shift.  She hurried into the car before too many people saw her total
glory and decided to start court proceedings.  She made her way as quickly
as she safely could out of the parking lot and back on the road toward
home.

   She did drive all the way to her next destination with her shorts on the
floor, though that destination was not her home.  Instead she got on her
cell phone and called up her camera crew to meet her at one of her favorite
flashing spots.

   Chapter 76

   The sky was clear and the day warm when Wynona got out of bed on
Tuesday. Checking her email, she found an update from the studio that
Brenda had yet to make a single point in their contest to give head to at
least five people in public during the week.  Wynona had not taken any
chances and got off to a solid start the very first day with two blow jobs
in and around the public library.  But she'd had other issues to deal with
in the following days.  Some of her erotic stories and "reader letters" to
various adult publications had been rejected as too outlandish even for
them.  Wynona had spent the better part of Sunday rewriting, and most of
Monday trying to get editors on the phone to get them in on time for
printing.  By Tuesday she had not one care left in the world other than to
get another point or two and make a couple hundred extra bucks to help pay
the bills.

   After showering and fixing herself up, Wynona put on matching sheer
black panties and bra, a deep violet tube top and a short black skirt with
purple accents.  She sat at the edge of her full size bed and unrolled a
pair of tightly knit black control top fishnet stockings up her smooth
legs. She looked around for the perfect footwear to complement her outfit
and decided on heavy platform-style black shoes.  Sure they were nowhere as
expensive or fashionable as what the studio had bought Brenda, but then
Wynona wasn't the star and couldn't expect star treatment.  It would have
been nice, though, if they'd given her just a percentage for her clothing
expenses.

   After having a bite to eat from her cupboard, she brushed her teeth and
phoned the studio to have Ivan and Rajiv meet her in town.

   On meeting them near a commuter train station at around two, she told
them her plan.  "I'm parked here.  I'm going to hang around here and see if
I can get one in on the platform over there or at the bus stop up there. 
Then I'll get on the next bus that comes by, wherever it goes, and try to
get another one in.  I'll have to ride the bus all the way back here in
order to get home, so I might get in a third one if we're lucky."

   "Yeah but you only need three more and Thomas said they have to be in
different places."

   "One at the station and two on the bus," Wynona said.

   "I don't know," said Rajiv with a questioning look to Ivan.  "Seems kind
of the same thing.  I think the boss man is looking for variety."

   Wynona huffed.  "Well fine, I'll get at least two, though.  And if I do
get a third...  well, it's extra credit." She smiled and winked at them. 
"So maybe one of you should stay down here by the tracks and the other go
up and wait for the bus.  That way I can walk around in the open until I
find the right guys."

   "Aye aye," Ivan saluted.  "I'll take the bus shelter." With that he
trotted off carrying a camcorder and also a digital still camera.  Rajiv
shrugged and made his way to the station platform where he looked around
for an inconspicuous place to set up.  Wynona took her time strolling and
weaving through the parking lot which was mostly full with empty cars. 
Every now and then she glanced toward the nearest of her camera men to be
sure they could see her.

   Since there were presently no people in the lot, Wynona stripped off her
tube top and dangled it in one hand at her side as she made her way around
five or six cars, making sure to take time to walk completely around each
vehicle.

   The warm sunlight felt good on her pale skin, so she unclasped the front
of her bra and let it pop apart, exposing her boobs but staying over her
shoulders in case she needed to close up in a hurry.

   She made her way toward the train tracks and balanced herself on her
platform heels on one rail.  She shielded her eyes from the sun as she
looked down the tracks one way and then the other.  She thought she saw a
shimmering light in the distance, but could not be certain it was a train,
so she strolled up and down the length of the platform with her boobs still
out and her tube top slowly twirling at her side.  After a few minutes the
bells at the grade crossing at the near end of the platform began to ring.
A moment later she heard the train horn and then the rumble of the huge
machine followed by the squeal of brakes on metal wheels as it drew into
the station and stopped.

   Wynona dared herself and won.  As the locomotive thundered past, she
turned to face the train, raising her arms and holding the back of her head
with both hands.  This had the effect of pushing her small, perky breasts
up and forward, presenting them first to the unseen engineer and then to
every person in the three bi-level cars of the commuter train.

   Of course, it was early afternoon so there really weren't all that many
people on board.  She counted about eleven in the seats by the windows who
could see her.  Then she turned and walked away from the train, back into
the parking lot.

   Pulling her tube top over her head, she let it hang over her shoulders
as she fastened her bra clasp in front.  Only then did she finish pulling
down her top.  Once the train had left and two people who'd gotten off
walked through the lot toward their cars and departed, Wynona got into a
spot where both cameras could see her, bent at the waist and flipped up the
back of her skirt.  She lightly spanked her own ass, just waiting for
someone else to come along and make it fun for her.

   After several more minutes meandering through the lot, one car did pull
in.  The man who got out was probably in his early thirties, with a shaved
head and medium-dark complexion.  He wore a nice, tailored suit and carried
a laptop computer bag.  No sooner was he out of his car than he began
talking on a cell phone held in his other hand.  He made his way down to
the train platform, set down his bag and began tapping buttons on the
ticket machine.

   Wynona decided to test his stuff, to decide whether she would go farther
with him, by making her way to the same area, acting like she didn't see
him.  Then she stood clearly in the open and removed her tube top.  She
unclasped her bra, letting her pert breasts pop free again, and wriggled it
off her shoulders and down her arms.  She stuck the back strap between her
teeth to hold it while she casually put her top back on.

   She definitely heard the guy say something about, "Some chick is
changing clothes in the parking lot." She also thought she heard him say,
"She's pretty hot."

   Wynona made a scene of noticing he was watching her.  She strolled over,
carrying her bra in one hand, and asked if he knew what time the next train
came through.

   "Yeah listen, I've gotta go," he said, and hung up on his call.  "Which
way are you going?"

   Wynona puffed up her chest to make her smallish but perky boobs stand
out as much as possible and pointed in the direction from which the last
train had come, figuring there wouldn't be two trains going the same way
one after the other.

   "About fifteen minutes," he replied.  Looking around the platform and
seeing only Rajiv seeming to read quietly beside a planter, he added, "Are
you traveling alone?"

   "Actually I'm waiting for somebody."

   "Oh.  A boyfriend, or..."

   "Not exactly.  Are you going on that train?"

   "Yes I am."

   "Do a lot of people usually get on here?"

   "Why?  Are you waiting for someone to get on or get off?"

   Wynona laughed out loud.  Then realizing he didn't get the joke, she
apologized for acting stupid.  "I'm actually looking for someone to have
fun with.  And I guess you could say 'get off'." Not wanting this gorgeous
hunk of a dark skinned man to think her a tramp, she added, "It's a bet.  A
friend bet me that I couldn't get a stranger to let me give him head in
public." She had to be forward and honest if she was going to get that $200
bonus.  Only fourteen minutes left was not enough time to beat around the
bush and hope he took the bait.

   "Well I don't see anyone else around here you can do that with," he said
with a smile.

   "So can I do you?!" she squealed, clapping her hands together and
bouncing.

   He looked around again before saying, "Follow me." He walked off and led
Wynona to a painted iron bench beneath a small, mostly decorative, shelter
along the platform.  It was on the other side of the ticket machine from
where Rajiv sat so she waved him over.

   The dark man sat, slouching somewhat, with his legs apart and hands more
or less on his hips.  When he saw Rajiv come up behind Wynona, he gave her
a questioning look.

   "Oh, this is my friend.  I just have to prove this to him to win the
bet."

   "I see." Directing his next comment to Rajiv, he said, "You do this a
lot?  Daring your friends to break the law and do things in public they
shouldn't be doing?"

   Wynona griped, "Oh shit." She figured she'd managed to proposition a
plain clothes policeman, but he said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm okay with
it. Just seems like a pretty big dare.  I hope you're giving her some big
reward for doing this."

   "A hundred bucks," Wynona admitted.

   "Then let's not waste time," the man said, pointing toward his lap.

   Wynona got down on her knees on the smooth concrete of the station
platform.  The man made no effort to help her as she unbuckled his belt,
unzipped his fly and retrieved his penis.  He was fairly limp, possibly due
to uncertainty about the whole situation, but after drooling over the head
of his cock and using her saliva as lubricant to give him a few good jerks,
he became hard enough to work with.

   Wynona had always been amazed at how the size of a penis when flacid has
very little bearing on its size when erect.  She had one whole hand wrapped
around the base of his shaft and was still able to get two fingers and the
thumb of her other hand around it.  She bent forward and began to lick the
slit on the underside of his head while tugging on him with both hands. 
She switched from licking up and down the slit to swirling her tongue
around the entire head, coating it generously in saliva in preparation for
taking him as far as she could.

   Her top hand came off, and she used it to lift her top so her tits
dangled free as she lowered her mouth over the top third of the man's dick.
Swiping her tongue up and down both sides, she continued to pump at the
base with her other hand.

   "Oh girl, this is good.  Are you her boyfriend?  Is this as good as she
does it with you?"

   "No, just a friend, not a boyfriend," Rajiv said with a sigh.

   "I hear ya, man.  This feels pretty damn good.  Say, why don't you dare
her to suck your dick?"

   Wynona lifted her head enough to warn, "Don't get any ideas." She then
returned to sucking and pumping.

   Wynona pulled away one finger after another, sliding her hand down
farther on the man's cock in advance of her wet mouth.  She got halfway
down and began to choke.  She pulled out, gasping for breath and wiped away
a long string of spit hanging off her tongue.  She used this again to coat
the man's cock and gave him another two handed jerk before pushing her face
down in his lap as far as she could go in one motion.  Halfway along the
cock and still going well.  Two thirds and she was just beginning to feel
the gag reflex.  She pulled back and relaxed her throat muscles while
giving him a good tongue lashing to keep him in the game, then pushed down
again.  Three quarters of his six or seven inch penis made it past her lips
and she kept going.

   By now both of Wynona's hands were resting on the iron bench to either
side of the man's butt.  She mustered all her willpower to slowly swallow
his entire cock.  She began to gag and cough again.  She pulled out,
spitting a large amount of saliva over the glistening object of her desire.

   "Okay, plan B," she announced, returning one hand to stroke up and down
his cock while using her lips and tongue to kiss along one side and then
lick back to the head, which she then took in her mouth and sucked for a
few seconds before repeating the process several more times.  She sensed
him tensing up and focused all attention on licking the glans of his penis
until he shot hot white, sticky semen into her face.

   After the first blast caught her off guard and splattered her left cheek
and into her eye, she swallowed his head and put on the suction to
immediately swallow the remainder of his salty sperm cocktail.

   He offered her a handkerchief to clean herself up and made himself
presentable as the train roared into the station.  She avoided eye contact
with anyone as she stood and dusted off her knees while wiping cum off her
eyelid.

   Wynona next made her way to the bus shelter where Ivan had been waiting
impatiently for some time.

   "How was it?  I assume you went off with that bald fellow."

   "It was great!  I may do this every day."

   They didn't wait long for a bus to arrive.  Three people got off as they
were boarding.  Besides the two of them and the driver, there were only two
other people on the bus.  One was an elderly woman with a walker sitting
near the front and the other was an Asian man with white headphones in his
ears.  He was in the second to last seat on the driver's side.

   Wynona sat three rows ahead of him while Ivan made his way to the very
last seat on the right side of the bus.

   The bus drove for about three minutes with only one stop at a traffic
signal.  Wynona was sitting sideways in her seat so she could occasionally
glance back at Ivan and the Asian man who she guessed to be in his twenties
and possibly a college student judging by his clean cut look and casual
blue and white print t-shirt.

   Finally she asked, "How's it going?" He looked at her but did not
immediately respond.  "How's it going?" she mouthed with exaggerated
motions.  He pulled one earphone out and asked her to repeat herself.  She
took the opportunity to move closer to him, under the guise of making it
easier for them to talk, and sat directly across the aisle from him.  She
realized that she still had her bra bundled up in one hand and the
cum-stained handkerchief bunched up in the other.  So she slipped the
handkerchief in between the cups of the bra and set it behind her in the
seat.

   "Do you go to school around here?"

   "No, I just moved here.  Went to school in California."

   "Wow, so what made you move here?"

   "The saturated job market back home.  I'm not making as much money here,
but I found a job in four days."

   "Well that's great!  What do you do?"

   "Graphic design.  I lay out posters for advertisements."

   "That's great.  I'm in the creative arts as well.  Yeah, I'm a writer."

   "Wow.  Have you published anything?"

   "Of course.  That's what makes me a writer.  I've written a lot of
different things, but mostly I write stories and articles for magazines."

   "I wanted to get into magazine publishing," the guy acknowledged.  "What
magazine do you write for?"

   "Oh, a bunch of different ones.  Mostly little specialty mags.  Nothing
you would have heard about in California.  Although, maybe..." Wynona put
one foot up on the seat and flipped up her skirt to show off her sheer
black panties.  She draped her left hand down over her pelvis and extended
just her middle finger to point directly at her pussy.  "In fact, if you
look closely, you can see the name of one of my magazines here."

   The guy did a classic double take and stared long and hard at Wynona's
clearly defined hairless pussy lips.  She began to play with her clit under
the tip of her middle finger, rubbing around and around until it got hard
enough to tent the see through fabric.

   "Maybe we can get together and..." she slid to the edge of her seat,
putting one foot out in the aisle and the other in front of her seat,
"exchange ideas."

   The guy jerked his head toward the back of the bus.  He quietly said,
"There's a guy back there watching us."

   "It's okay," Wynona whispered while tracing the outline of her labia. 
"He's with me.  He's helping me settle a dare.  Are you in?" He nodded
without saying a word.  Wynona hopped across the aisle and pushed the Asian
against the bus wall to make room.  She guided his hand to her crotch and
then started undoing his shorts.  Unlike the dark skinned man at the
station, this guy was already hard and ready to go, so she wasted no time
in lowering her lips to his cock and giving him an all-around lick job.

   He played with her pussy through the sheer nylon of her panties while
she was coating his cock with saliva.  Then he pulled aside the delicate
material to probe her depths as she wrapped her lips around his shaft.  She
used two fingers and a thumb to stroke up and down while sloppily sucking
on his knob.  She guessed that he wasn't very used to getting blown because
he came in her mouth after just a couple of minutes.

   Wynona let his cum mixed with her spit dribble into her cupped hand and
smiled up at him.  Then she sucked it all back in and swallowed.

   The bus had stopped and let the old woman off.  The driver then got on
the PA system and demanded that the group in the back of the bus move to
the front.  "We're not leaving this stop until you come up here," he said
after a moment of silence.

   They shuffled up the aisle, the Asian man first, followed by Wynona who
stopped to gather her things and then Ivan tucking his camera away.

   "Now maybe y'all don't realize it, but I can see the entire bus in this
mirror." The driver pointed to a wide mirror hanging over the windshield.
"Y'all put on quite a show back there, but what you did is against the law.
Where are you getting off?  And don't say you already did."

   "I'm in two stops," the Asian said quietly.

   "Pardon?" the driver asked, cupping a hand up to his ear.

   "Two stops!"

   "And you other two?"

   "Anywhere.  Just let us off anywhere we can get another bus back,"
replied Ivan.

   The driver started the bus and drove on.  There was no one waiting at
the next stop and the Asian got off at the stop after that.  The driver
continued to drive but asked, "So you two are together?" "Do you think it's
funny to do that out in the open?"

   "I don't know what you mean," Ivan said.  "I wasn't doing anything."

   "Excuse me, do you think I'm an idiot?  I saw you leaning over the seat
with what looked like a camera in your hands.  And little miss sucks-a-lot,
acting all innocent now...  I saw her head bobbing up and down.  I saw the
look on the other guys' face.  I know what you were doing."

   "Where's the next transfer point?" Wynona asked.

   "The next one is the bus station.  I'm going to give you two choices,
little miss.  One is you ride with me to the station and I'm going to turn
you in to the police when we get there."

   Wynona and Ivan waited for the other option.

   And they waited some more.

   Finally Wynona said, "And the second option is?"

   "We've got an empty bus and at this hour it's highly unlikely anyone
else is going to be getting on between here and the station.  You look like
a pretty young thing.  I can be convinced to keep my mouth shut."

   "You want me to...  to break the law?"

   "It's only illegal when you get caught, now ain't it?  You do for me
what you did for your Chinaman friend and nobody else finds out about any
of this.  Otherwise I have you arrested."

   Wynona looked to Ivan and shrugged.  "I guess I got caught, so I need to
make up a point." She slid down next to the driver's seat and, while he
drove the bus around town, she gave him the sloppiest blow job she'd ever
given, making sure to get lots of her spit and eventually his cum on his
shirt and pants.  She knew with the big front windows of the bus that other
drivers were able to see her head in his lap as she sucked him off, but all
that did was turn her on.

   End of chapter 76

   NOTE: If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of
charge at my website at
http://www.storiesofsirrender.com/.  As of May 2009 I am still adding
new chapters to "What Some
People Will Do" and looking for new ideas and directions for the story.

I have put a feedback form on my website if you would like to make
suggestions.
   Thank you!  Sir Render 

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