It was way past time I got away from the job.On the news I really bummed that there was even more shit in Afghanistan. It was never going to end. I pe...sonally liked George Bush's style, but he should have consulted with the Russians before he sent in troops. His replacement decided that it was a war, we could actually win. Every politician was so arrogant, they refused to learn the lessons of history. They were even going to allow a country with a half dozen nukes to blackmail us into giving. We’re good at it too. You could definitely say that torturing men is a speciality of ours. Practice makes perfect, I guess, lol. We can play a guy like a Stradivarius even as we are messing with him. The point is to make him suffer as much as possible. Dating a gorgeous sexy girl with no sex allowed, that is tough for a man, and we do things calculated to make it worse for him. Like, we make sure to be dressed to thrill when we meet up. We will rock up in some incredibly skimpy and provocative. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and I love it. I replay in my head that one night when we left the bar. We were both pretty inebriated but he insisted on driving. Once we arrived to my driveway he looked at me with this fiery passion in his eyes. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me so intensely. After exchanging the most passionate kiss I can ever recall experiencing, he slid his warm hands up my shirt and under my bra. My nipples became extremely erect as he rolled them. I started to fuck her from behind and because the bus was crowded no one could realise what’s going on. She realised what I was doing to her and stared at me with a naughty smile. And with that I was at seventh heaven.I took my right hand and acted like I was trying to catch the edge of the seat in front of us. In that process I started to feel her right boobs. Uuuffff that was tooo soft. But she removed my hand and smiled naughtily. I realised that she was doing nothing but making drama.So I.