But, as i followed the bus back onto the main road, i realized that it was empty and that she was no longer on and that i missed her. so, i flipped a ...-Turn in the middle of the road, tires squealing as i did. i backed up, dumped the clutch and roared my 300ci. motor as fast as it could go, leaving a nice set of black marks on the road. i sped back the way i had come, slowing down at the places the bus stopped, searching for her as far as i could see. as i drove, i remembered one of our phone. Uski choot mein bhi khujlee hoti hogi aur chochiyon mein these uth thi hogi.. aaj kal uski boy frine se nahi jam rahi hai… gabhra mat meri teri murad poora kardoongi.”Thank you aapaa … aap bahut achi hai… bahut yari hai.” Aur wah meri ankho ko chooma. “Bas .. bas bahut makkan lagaadiya… khaas meri bhi khwayash poori hojaathi” mein ek lambi saans lekar kahi.“Aaapki kya khwaish hai.. aapaa?”“Bas hai ek khwaish”“Bajee aap mujhse apnikhwaish chpa rahe hai.. meine tho Ammi ko leneki meri khwaish. Like an unspoken signal he lays his money on the bar. With a nod I point to a staircase towards the back, blocked off by a velvet rope. The dance is not a complicated one. He stands, I stand. His hand rests on my lower back as we make our way through the throngs of businessman. The man guarding the rope pays us no mind. A mindless waste of oxygen if you ask me. We take one of the private rooms reserved for people with too much money to waste. I remove my keycard, letting us in.It’s always the. My favorite sight ever was walking to the car to get some money, when I noticed a guy in the passenger seat with the seat reclined a bit, as I got closer I saw his head leaned back against the headrest and his eyes were closed, then as I got even closer the beautiful sight of his hand on the back of my GF's head, bobbing her up and down on his cock, she had her knees on the drivers seat with her ass to the window and he had her little skirt pulled up and was playing with and fingering her.