"Where are we headed Miss?" Oh....home please," I replied also giving him my address. I leantforwards, feeling my dress stretch tight over my breasts,...as I unfastenedmy heels and kicked them off. It was strange I'd worn them for hours atthis point and my feet didn't ache at all."Is this address right Miss?" the driver asked. I could understand thatquestion. I lived in a modest house in an area of town that wasn't sogreat. Although I had the money to move and buy my own place I had neverreally. ” I said.Sani was mumbling something like he doesn’t want to trouble the waiter, so I said sure fine. He came back after a while and served me my coffee.“Thank you, Sani.” I said before sipping the coffee. It does taste a little odd, but being a naive person, I drank the whole cup slowly, while watching the lush beautiful greenery and flowers ahead. The Botanic Gardens, is, after all, a UNESCO site.After a while I felt light-headed. “Are you ok Ma’am?” Sani asked. “Let me bring you to the. Of course careful thought goes into this illicit liaison, like a large zipper placed directly above the object he caresses, a small piece of wool tied though the slider hole, on the zipper, reminds him just to tug on it to release and open the thin fabric, exposing the warm flesh and the joys of toying the crinkly bum hole entrance, to which by then I try to ease you inside for the journey ahead.Some men have sufficient experience to slide their hands between a woman's legs and feel the heat. At each failure she laughed and said, “Done again.” I swore I would some day. “No you won’t, you’re not the first that has tried,” said she, and I went home without having felt her quiet properly.I attempted it the next day and at every opportunity in the house and out of it, till new servants came. She felt my prick, would look at it, squeeze the balls, talk about fucking and baudiness to any extent, tell me what she had seen and what she had heard about such matters. She at length scarcely.