The girl on the front seat is playing a game with her phone. She was really beautiful. But the girls not spoke to each other. So I guessed that they�...�re not friends.After 2 hrs the bus has stopped for rest rooms and coffee. So she got down for rest rooms so I followed her. She went for rest room. I was having a tea. After a while she came back from rest room and I saw her clearly. She was damn beautiful. She wore a spectacle. And her assets may be 34 30 34. I badly wanted to talk her. But she. It was a bitterly cold winters night, and we invested in a taxi, rather than risk getting frostbite waiting for a bus outside the station. And of course, we had rather more baggage than usual with our glad-rags, so the bus would have been a bit of a palaver.Frankly, we weren't even sure that there WAS a regular bus service from Parkway yet. There was a temporary sign for a bus stop stuck in the mud on the side of the road, but no sign yet of a bus shelter.We were lucky that there were a couple. Chained and manacled by their hanging, swaying balls, they plodded on slowly onward in the hot morning sun. Their guards sadistically watching their tormented movements with lust and delight. Once they were all within the gates, the whips began to crack as leather struck with frequency. All at once, strong men began to cry out and wail in pitched tones begging and pleading for mercy, which only caused the imperial guards to raise the whip even more and made the jeering crowd dizzy with sexual. I nervously got out of my car and walked to the shed on his property that we agreed to meet in. As I approached he open the door to the shed and invited me in. He thanked me for coming and must have noticed his nervous I was as he reassured me that he would only do what I asked. I stepped into the dark shed and faced this tall big daddy type as he began to undress me. At this point I was literally frozen and immobile , so much anxiety I could get a word out. I was in shock that this was.