But to my surprise, even a greater number of people started boarding. It was completely packed. She had to stand on a spare wheel which was kept insid... the bus. She was standing by raising her hands to hold the handle up top.I was in a complete party because my face was directly in front of her armpit. It was drenched in her sweat as she was sweating profusely. I was just wondering how good is her choice. Because the perfume she wore was giving a very sexual aroma by mixing in her sweat.A drop. If she were Draupadi, Abhimanyu and Krishna would have fucked her. If she were Draupadi, she would have preferred to marry all the hundred kouravas becoming sathali, would have made all the kouravas her sex slaves. Perhaps Duryodhana would have agreed to share his kindom and Draupadi with Pandavas. If she were Draupadi, all her mother-in-law, Kunthi’s lovers - Surya, Yama, Vayu, Indra would have fucked her. If she were Gandhari, She would have got fucked by all her hundred sons. Bhisma would. “Would you be interested in giving it a try then? It’s a lot of responsibility.”Trix looked at me. I saw hesitation and something else in her expression. “Maybe,” she admitted.With that tentative agreement, I focused on Berry. “Then the only thing left is to see if Trix would even be willing to sacrifice the time it takes to be your keeper. It really IS a lot of responsibility, you know.” I directed the last part more to Trix than Berry.“What’s in it for me?” Trix asked Berry, playing along now. That had been the deal. Once in the theatre and I was off the hook. In all fairness, I’d actually enjoyed it (although part of my enjoyment had been reliant upon my position between Kate and my best friend in all of Seattle, Sydney, both of whom had had no qualms of resting their hands upon my thighs and… well, I’d worn a dress that night, and their fingers had wandered a bit, I am forced to admit). She let out a sharp burst of laughter, shaking her head. “Really, I’d think that you’d want to.