.. she overstepped the mark by being naughty without my say so. I had obviously been far to easy on her a d that she must not take my kindness as a we...kness, i would not tolerate any further individual sluttish behaviour. She apollogised again and with that lowered her mouth around my cock. I grabbed her hair and with one hard jolt pulled her mouth off me, i instructed her to kneel astride me and lay her head over my shoulder. I pulled her skirt up to show off her nice round arse, i stroked her. As the ride started, I did the routine of calling my parents & informing them that I reached safely.After hearing my conversation in Malayalam, she broke the silence asking if I was a Malayali, and we had a short conversation. And I came to know that she was hunting for a job, and came here to Bangalore for an interview. She was starting with a friend of hers, which was near my flat. And after a little while, two more guys had to get in, as there was only one seat at the back, one guy got in. I wanted to be home. Ahead I could see the traffic had built up. I’ll never make it home tonight, I thought. It was already five and the light had faded. And then I had a thought, probably just like some people before me. I thought of diverting off the main road and taking the back route. Those roads were not so well lit, some had probably not been gritted, and a lot of people would avoid them. So, maybe it could be quicker. The road twisted and turned. I had a tough job keeping control and. He let out a yelp, gasping. Tamara’s hidden hand moved quickly, the narrow end of the hairbrush she’d hidden slammed into Haul’s windpipe, sending him sprawling and trying to suck in air.She was on him in a flash, using the brush to pummel his stomach, knee crushing his nuts with force. Haul’s eyes were wide and frightened, the man unable to breath beyond gasps. Tamara didn’t smile as she wrapped her fingers around Haul’s throat and squeezed. “You’re right, Haul,” she told him, “wanton slut.