She worked systematically. Taking each part of the car, The bonnet. The grille. The sides of the doors. The back. The tyres. Pressing against the car...and then cleaning it with her mouth, her breasts and her hands. Not just once but twice for every part of the car, going back and soaping herself every time. The instructor at the training school had taught her to clean properly as well as look sexy with her ass jutting out. ?Make love to the car, you worthless whores?, he had screamed as he. ”humne kaha “pakka aunty” or unhe kamre mein le gaye.maa dheere dheere apne kapde utarne lagi.unhone pehle apni saree utari.fir blouse.fir petticot.unhone black colour ki bra or panty pehni thi or unki breast lining ab saaf dikr rehi thi.fir bade hi seductive style mein unhone apni bra or panty bhi uttar di.main dekh kar haraan reh gaya maine apni maa ko is roop mein kabhi nahi dekha tha.wo mere samne khadi thi poori nangi or bahut hi sexy lag rehi thi.mera lund khada ho gaya.mere sabhi dost. She could not believe how incredible it felt to wake up in his arms. She had longed for this for such a long time. He stared into her eyes for what felt like an eternity, unable to do anything but drink in her beauty. The feel of her body pressed against his began to arouse him more and more. He could feel that undeniable desire to make love to her consume him. He pressed his lips softly to hers as he rolled her onto her back and slid his body on top of hers. Her arms encircled his neck, as. ’ There was, though, a message, a message she found later in its silver con­tainer, a message hidden in her… ‘Well done. That’s the ticket! Thought I’d see you in the pink. Thursday evening at the junction. Wait outside the station. Your friend.’ What junction? It must be the station where the trains were joined. It was not, of course, her usual stop. Sally ordinarily just passed through that town and station on the train but this time, on the Thursday evening, she got off and stood in.