Did I mention he was old yet? He spoke English, but he only seemed to understand every other word. He was to be our driver in an actual gas-powered ve...icle. ‘I’m Salamandy Ravenlock,’ Sally said with her Southern sass. ‘We’re from Tranquil Breeze Garden, here to tour Old Macedonia.’ As though he couldn’t tell by the twenty-four noisy little children and the tell-tale blue leaf that marked Garden officials. Despite, we still loaded up into the bus and headed on our way. I quickly parked myself. Mausi-han … Kaam kr liya … Tumhara doofh freez mein rakha hai … Pee lena … .Raj-main to tumhara doodh piyunga … .Mausi-to aa ja … Mna kisne kiya hai …Wo khadi thi.Maine pichhe se jaker pakad liya aur boob dba diye … .Raj-chal bed pr … Wahan maza dogi … .Chal meri jaan …Hum bed pr aa gaye aur mausi ke hot chusne shuru kr diye.Uske hot ko aaram se chus raha tha.Kafi der tak aaram se hot chuse … Hot chuste huye bahut maza aata hai … Mausi bhi khoob sath de rahi thi … .Fir gaal ko chusne lga.Wo. " Emma paused. "She wasn't stunned, though. They'd talked about it; the only issue was the timing. She figured he'd wait until Christmas, and he knew it. So he decided to do it early. It was the only way he could think to surprise her. " She watched some more. "Even the driver's a romantic at heart. They should have gotten off a few blocks ago but he's letting them ride all the way back. He'll probably even call them a cab." Emma sighed and turned from the window, feeling hollow despite her. His lips curved up wickedly as he shrugged out of his coat, hanging it on the coat rack in the entry way, never once taking his eyes from me. I could feel it now, the intense warmth of the drug taking over me, filling me full of what I can only describe as liquid desire as the tip of my finger brushed against the golden barbell that pierced my hood, sending the lightest tremor through my clit like a promise. I sighed softly, relaxing, the worries of a moment ago, that someone might see me.