Like any other everyday slut; Fatima wore heels and boots so her ass moves twice as much. Her slutty moves earned her a "friend" a year later: one of ...he cleaners at school who was as beta as a beta can get (still more alpha than her husband) who walked in on her sulking once. (After her husband called her and gave her shit about being home late) Sweet-talking himself to her fat ass on his lap as she tried to demonstrate her perfection/her claims she deserves better."Look at this body!" she. I moved to Bangalore. Working in Domlur. One day I didn’t schedule the office cab which I remembered at around 10 pm. So I thought of booking Ola and Uber. Prices were damn expensive. Suddenly I saw an auto passing in front of my office and my dick twitched a little bit after looking at the driver.He was one hell of a hunk for me. With beard and mustache. I called him and asked how much it is to go to JP Nagar. He said it’ll be 400. I was like, “No way he’s asking me that much of amount.”. She was quite unaware that whatever it was that was happening wasn't being done by me. I said or did nothing to stop the man. My dick sprang into action as I saw that he was easing her miniskirt up baring her bottom to him with only the string of her thong in his way.I still had my finger on the thong in front when I could feel it being pulled to the side. He was removing any obstruction to her pussy. I now had my finger on her bare pussy as the thong had been moved right out of the way. I then. With the next jolt of the bus one hand reached up and touched my sex, which was practically dripping with my juices, while the other hand rested on my leg to steady me. Thank God for underwear! Otherwise I would have been dripping down my leg at this point. I was startled at the fact that he did not remove his hand this time, but began to massage my clit through my panties. I know that my face must have been flushed. Hopefully, no one noticed. The air in the bus was suddenly heating up. I was.