In the event of a failure to comply with the requirements of this Regulation, the competent authority shall take appropriate measures.

When I was finishing college, I was doing an internship in a school in Itaboraí, metropolitan area of Rio. I lived in Niterói and did the internship in the night shift, leaving school between nine and half and ten. At that time I did not have a car and the way was to make the same bus journey and spend almost an hour in traffic.
That day I left at ten o'clock in the evening and could not take the usual bus. I waited for the next one, which took a long time. Fortunately the bus came with air conditioning, because it was summer and it was very hot. The lot was empty and I would not have to make the journey on foot. I paid the ticket and sat in the back seat, behind where the collector is. Before, however, I paid the ticket, with a certain difficulty to pass on the wheel. I was carrying bags, backpacks and bags inside the house. It was in this context that the collector gave me a hand to turn the wheel.
"Do you have anyone wrapped up in there?" he said.
"Good for you, partner!" I replied as the collector prepared to hold some of my luggage.
"When you need a little help, just call", she said softly, smiling through her green eyes.
I passed the roulette wheel, but the collector's little helper left me with the flea behind my ear. His broken smile and the look that penetrated my eyes made me think that the guy had ulterior motives. The subject was male, virile, he should be about thirty-five years old. At most thirty-seven. He was not handsome. He had white skin, half rustic, curly hair cut on the machine and in a light brown tone. He had some spine marks on his face and a beard that pierced his face, notably needing to be trimmed. He wore the company uniform, black trousers and the semi-open blouse showed the neat hair he had on his chest with a certain fatigue.
As the bus didn't get on the highway, I noticed that the guy was disguising himself and looking at me. He was turning back as if he was looking for something lost on the floor of the bus, or even outside of it, and when he returned to his original position, he somehow brought his eyes to me. At first I was avoiding, but then I started to look. Our communication was only visual, there were no gestures, no smiles, no words, absolutely nothing! Just the look...
When the bus got on the highway, the driver turned off the light in the hall and darkness took over the bus. The few passengers that they had were certainly asleep or were too preoccupied with relaxing with a headset playing some music or even reading some book with the dim light that could still be switched on above each seat. The only one who seemed quite uninterested in relaxing was the cashier, who was restless in his chair. Until he got out and went to the back seat, but on the opposite side. That's when he pulled my subject with me:
So, do you always take this bus?
I usually get it earlier, but I had to leave later today.
I didn't get it.
I risked an indirect one, putting on the floor my luggage that was in the next place on the floor.
I left because it was cold, the wind from the air conditioning blowing right at me... It was justified.
<unk> Better than the heat outside, right?
"I don't know, I like the heat. I'm hot by nature". he said, taking the stick.
Oh, is it?
It is, yes.
<unk> Your wife must like you, right? <unk> Arriving together at home, <unk> appearing... <unk> I spoke relaxedly.
The trick is to show up, right, brother?
<unk> You mean you appear out of the house?
<unk> It's... <unk> talked to his bastard face <unk> from time to time.
<unk> Occasionally, when?
Oh, brother, anytime is a good time.
Oh, can you?
Yes, you can.
Saying that he took my hand and led me to his dick. The guy's roll pulsated inside his pants. The guy had a very hard dick. I opened the zipper and pulled his cock out and started masturbating him. His dowry was not the greatest, but it was thick and had a strong smell of dick. But it was not bad. He smelled like a man.
What's the matter, brother, you're just gonna stick to the pussy, aren't you?
Only if you go now...
I fell flat on my face and sucked it really hard, and the swing of the bus actually helped with the kissing, and I unbuttoned my pants, and I unbuckled my belt to make it easier, and the guy pulled my clothes down to just above my knee so I could get on with the job, and whispering, the collector said,
That's right, brother.
And I used to lick his groin and his bag, too, and I would put those balls in his mouth full of bristles and play with licking them with a lot of saliva, and when I was sucking the actual stick, I would make a point of going all the way to the base, putting the whole mast in his mouth until it almost regurgitated, and that would make his roll absolutely wet with so much saliva that it was engaged in that act of pleasure.
I began to touch one as well, and, as I was in full boner, I interrupted the muzzle to try to kiss him. He dodged. He said he didn't kiss a man, he didn't make out. I asked him to suck me too, and he said no, threatening to stop everything there, the way it was. I preferred to make his game. I asked, then, what he liked, and he said he wanted to be licked. Not just the stick, but the body. It was my and my happiness. He opened his blouse and I began to lick his neck. He raised his head and I put my tongue between his beard. To this day I remember the feeling of the tongue, being so full of feeling, being in those hard curly hairs who liked the covering of the face. But as I knew that I was in the mouth of a certain man, I pulled them out of my mouth by the virtue of kissing him. I put the barrier that covered his face there. I preferred to do his game. I asked, then, what he liked, and he said he wanted to be licked. Not only the stick, but the body. It was my happiness and my happiness. He opened his blouse and I put my tongue between his beard.
That's enough now, keep sucking. That's it, boy. Suck good... suck that roll, suck... that... ah... delight... ah... ah... do you like it, boy? And I said yes, with the dick in my mouth already hurt from so much sucking. So suck more, go. Suck... suck...
The kiss was already losing its fun and my cock began to soften. He forced the bar so that I continued to suck and the guy simply did not joke. We stayed like this for more than twenty minutes, just sucking. That's when he said he wanted to joke. I thought to myself: "Finally!" But to my surprise, he explained how he wanted to joke.
I want to make fun... but I want to eat your ass first.
"What do you mean, here?" I asked in amazement.
Now, my brother.
But not here, man.
Relax, buddy, you've still got about ten minutes to go, it's quiet here on the bus, come on, let me eat your ass, come on.
I'm not going to make it, man.
Relax, we won't be able to do this for a while.
He took a condom that was somewhere in his pants and put it on his dick, and he spat on his hand and passed it around his dick's head, and I pulled my pants up to my feet to make it easier to open my legs, and I was very tense, and it was very difficult to relax, and this whole bus situation, at the risk of being noticed by the passengers, was very scary, but it was also very exciting.
The collector stuck a finger in me, with the purpose of making way for his cock. He wet my cock while he licked my neck. I stood with my back to him, watching who might be looking. As my butt was in the direction of his face, because I had not yet sat, he began to make me a wedge. He licked my butt like a macho, without disgust, without freshness. That hard tongue penetrating my butt starred in one of the best licks I've ever taken on the neck. From time to time when he also bit my butt, or even my anus. When I could sit on that stick, I felt an incommensurable pain. His cock was very thick, although the length was not felt like the largest ones. And I was still baggy, it only increased the pain. But I didn't have a chance. He would still take advantage of the bus from that bus and my shirt. He ended up on the bus and we managed to save his cock. And we managed to get to the collector, so he started to make me a wedge. He licked my butt like a macho, without disgust, without freshness. That hard tongue penetrating my butt featured one of the best licks I've ever took on my cock. When I could sit on that stick, too, I felt an incommensurable pain in my neck. When I could not sit on that stick on that stick, I had an incommensurable opportunity. His cock was very thick, too.
I got off at the end of the line, and although I didn't really need a suit, the asshole collector couldn't hold back his kindness as I got off the bus with the luggage:
You need a little help there, brother?