.”I am not having a elastic skirt”hmmm..” Let me have a look. he replied. No.. i will adjust it..i said in panic. He told me not to worry and co...centrate on the road. I tried to focus on my lousy driving. He took his hand and held by shirt. Since my shirt was little long and came over my skirt. He then slowly lifted my shirt.My heart was beating at the speed double of what the speedometer read then. He lifted my shirt till he could see top of my skirt. He looked at my skirt in amazement. There. All of the guys leered at me and I didn't do anything to discourage it either. I made sure to bend down a lot so that they got a good glimpse of my tits and ass. I finally settled on my first marks for the night; four guys sitting on a couch drinking beer out of some plastic cups. All of them were muscular and athletic and my mouth salivated at the thought of blowing them. Working up the courage, I made my move, sitting on the arm of the couch and seductively crossing my legs in the face of one. Do you?”He replied, “Of course! I am Shiv by the way.”“Terry”“You travel at this time often.” He asked me“Yes, I take this bus to work, you?”“Sometimes, rarely though, I don’t have a fixed schedule. So where do you work?”“Santa Cruz! What about you, where are you headed?” I replied“College,” He Said.“Oh, nice.” I was now finding the conversation awkward and felt I had nothing much to ask or answer.But he seemed interested in talking a bit more, he asked: “So you stay in Andheri?”“Yes, and. I didn’t know what to say in response, but I felt better that he was being kind, and that the rant appeared to be over. “What are we going to do with you?” he asked resigned to that fact that shouting wasn’t going to do anything other than make me cry. “I don’t know Sir” I smiled weakly and hopefully. “I still need to punish you! You know that don’t you!” he didn’t ask, but stated. Then he got up from his desk and removed a long wooden ruler from the top of his filing cabinet, my legs.