What else one needs in a girl?This way our mischievous and flirtatious talk continued for some time and then the lights were turned off and she also s...ept as she was tired.I didn’t have any lust for her till now but due to the jerks in the road, her boobs were bouncing and I was continuously staring at her boobs. What a view that was! I wished to eat those boobs then and there itself. But there were some other passengers too and so I waited for others to sleep.I saw her waist exposed now from. .wack.....wack.....Tears flow down my whorish red cheeks as i teeter into your bath andcloset to begin hand washing each item.....carefully wringing itout..then kissing it with my plugged mouth as a sign of myposition.....hanging each piece on the special drying rack... Mycrushed waist and giant projecting boobs make it hard to move in thesmall room but i manage to keep going. You can hear the sharp clickclick of my spike heels and the tinkle of the ankle locks from where. In the end I suppose I must have fallen asleep because the alarm had woken me with a jolt early that Monday. It didn’t feel like Monday; it hardly felt like home. Unlike almost every Monday for twenty years, there was no warm, familiar male shape in the bed alongside me, no morning cup of tea brought to my bedside, no handsome, whiskery smile to greet me.There was just me.I checked my phone, hoping for a message from Pete. There was none. I checked my secret phone; there was nothing from Tony. “You wear them just like you would panties but it has this remote control. You can turn it on or off at will and vary the speed. If you use the other one and you want to shut if off you have to remove it and that can be awkward depending where you are.”“I don’t know, I have never used anything like this. What if I am driving down the road and lose control,” I laughed. “I would be laying there by the side of the road bleeding and having an orgasm.”She laughed in return. “You can always shut it.