If Casey was known for anything in her department, it was a pervasive impression of all things ordinary: Auburn hair, average build, and modest beauty... She never drew attention with her attire. For her five-year service award, her team had struggled to find things to say about her. Her life outside of work wasn’t an object of interest simply because it was assumed to be uninteresting. It was for this reason that no one noticed the slightly stilted way she walked to her car—almost as if. Now the bus was stopped for a long time due to heavy traffic jam and Monday being the problem, there was a lot of traffic jam and to top it signals, now since it was a moving traffic the bus gave regular jerks and i was slowly getting closer to the ass. The conductor again requested me to fill the GAP between the women and myself and I happily obliged again with a smile (Thanks to the Conductor), the slow jerks of the bus made my cock touch her ass again and again and I was getting a hard on. As we enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, fire crackling in the foreground, we talked of the mundane and filled the gaps with flirting and laughter. Midway through dinner I caught a glimpse of what can only be described as… well, at the time, I was speechless. Peering over her long black boots and tucked under her form fitting black dress, I was stunned to see black lace stockings, rose patterned straining against her curvaceous thighs. 5’7”, voluptuous, Italian redhead with wild strands of hair and. ” “You will come to my house tonight.” “Yes, Anghal.” “Don’t try to fool me, Kakoli! Battery acid is cheap – I can easily get another can.” “Yes, Anghal…” “Brother, I need your help!” “What is it, Kakoli?” “Anghal has threatened me that he will do to me what he did to Shimani, if I don’t come to his house tonight.” “That son-of-a-whore! I’ll get our brothers and beat him to death!” “No, brother! He deserves to suffer his whole life, just like Shimani does. I’ve got a plan that will punish him.