Ab main story shuru karne wala houn, yeh ek asal story hai jo koi 3 months pehle hoi hai jab meri age 20 thi. Yeh story mere ghar ke driver ke saath h...i jiss ki meri maid shani ke saath shaadi ho chuki thi.Iss driver ka naam asif hai aur yeh humaare ghar par 23 years seh kaam kar raha hai, matlab mere paida hone se bhi pehle. Asif pathan hai aur iss ki age ho gi takreeban 45, kad main thora short hai aur skin colour fair sa hai, moun pe moochain bhi hain. Asif ka meri ghar ki maid shani ke. I probably should have thrown it away, but having spent 50p on it,which was a rip off even for a Coke, I decided to try it, so I openedit and drank. Sorta like with Coke, you liked it but couldn't quite puta finger on what you're tasting. Anyway it tasted okay so I finishedoff but kept the can, as it was so unusual. I looked at my watch andrealised I was five minutes late for English, so for the second time inten minutes I was sprinting through the corridors.The first change I noticed was. In the end, she'd given me what I needed at the time, and I never really thanked her for it."Gwen, thank you," I said softly.Still sucking on my knob, she rolled her eyes up to me questioningly. My statement had come out of left field.I rubbed her cheeks. "Thank you, for everything since last May. And I'm sorry."She frowned and pulled off my cock, still jacking me slowly in her right hand. "No need. I enjoyed everything." Still, I made things complicated for you."She shrugged. "Complications. ’ Continuing: ‘The karmic loads of the camp guards must be horrendous. Each and every act of sadism must be rebalanced. Some of these people will be busy for hundreds or thousands of lifetimes. I suspect by the end they find ways of balancing things very efficiently. In some ways they are also volunteers. I imagine the early lifetimes would be filled with great brutality aimed at them in what would seem to them to be random events but I wonder about their later lifetimes, where they have some.