No. Stop it. You've been driving all night, Blu, and you're starting to get really fucking loopy. Go get a hot chocolate and wake the fuck up.I took a...deep breath and exited the bathroom, walking over to a table and sitting down. Like I had told myself in the bathroom, I got a cup of hot chocolate and sipped it as I read a book from my backpack.I finished up, feeling more alert and awake, and I slung my backpack over my shoulder and marched out.I swung the door open and felt the cold December. Fir wao surang me andar jata gia. Aur aur aur. Bussss… bussss….. bari jaldi thi usko. Wao first gear se ekbar me fourth gear me daal dia. Aur full force me dhakke lagane laga. Auuuu. Auuuu ….. Auuuu ……… .. Dheere… Dheere karo …… uffff … Ufff kitne speed me kar raho ho. Baap re… Aaaaaaaa…. Pura daal dia. Par driver buda tha, aur me zada der driving ma mazza nahi le payi. Arur wao jaldi hi mere andar thanda ho gia. Uske bad driving seekne ka din fir aya. Mujhe driving pe jane ke mood thora kam. She looked strong even though she was of my height and medium built. I accepted the offer. She bent and held my thighs tight and started lifting me up with little difficulty. I did weight around 65kgs.My crotch was in front of her face. But she wasn’t looking at it, rather she was looking at the bag if I was able to reach it or not. I was dumbstruck what to do next. She asked me to do it fast. I brought back my senses and caught hold of it and dropped it on the floor.The next few seconds were. Wendy stood at the table, waiting for her mistress to tell her to sit down. Burnside looked sharply at Wendy. ‘Wendy, you need to seat me first. Then you can sit down.’ Wendy looked at Burnside perplexed. ‘Pull my chair back far enough to let me get between it and the table. Then move the chair under me as I sit down.’ ‘Yes ma’am.’ With an irritated expression Burnside looked at her servant, then spoke again. ‘Wendy, I don’t role-play. I think role-playing is stupid, and you and I are not.