I fell back into my painting trance, completely absorbed by my subject. I didn't know if Rita was still in the room or had left.It was two hours later...that I stepped back from the easel and returned the brushes to the mineral spirits for cleaning. I was exhausted. And starving. It had been 41 hours since I got up and I'd been sketching and painting with no more than a bathroom break for 26. Gradually the aroma of frying bacon and eggs reached my nose. I went to the kitchen to find Rita. This would mean arriving in Gladstone on a Wednesday afternoon, enabling them to do the tour of the power station on the Thursday morning, and then tour Rio Tinto Alcan and Boyne Smelter on the Friday morning. In Bundaberg the tour of the Rum Factory could be done most days.So Dave told them of his plans and reminded them that they wouldn't be able to wear their usual uniform of shorts, T-shirt and crocks. Long pants, long sleeved shirt and enclosed footwear were essential for these factory. She was polite and well-behaved, was an exceptional student and had lots of wonderful friends who came from good families.There was virtually nothing wrong with her and she was considered to be a role model for various young girls in her neighborhood or her family. Except that she had a deep, dark secret she had not told anybody. Well, anybody except me.You see, behind that perfect life, Vartika was actually her driver’s fuck toy. But who wouldn’t want her? She was really beautiful, with smooth. .I just want to have another amazing orgasm. Pulling the toy out of my mouth with a 'pop' noise, I lead it down to my awaiting cunt..pratically grinning as I let my thoughts trick me for a moment, thinking it's his cock. I press the tip of the purple toy against my opening, moving it in circles before slowly sliding it inside me. I gasp loudly, needing to get myself used to the size. Slowly, I press it all the way inside of me..letting it stay buried inside me to the hilt for just a moment.