.Fir ek din mera ek romantic msg uske pas chala gaya to wo call kar k pucha nd me sorry bola to wo boli ki its ok. Then me kuch din bad fir se msg kiy...a aur isbar wo v kuch funny reply di.To mujhe bahat acha laga au jab boss out of station rehta ham log msg pe bate karte the.Fir ek rat 2 baje tak ham chat kar rage the meine pucha ki sex k bare me tumhari kya khayal he to wo gussa ho gayi ayr galiya di boli ki ham aeise khandan ki nahi he.Fir me sorry bol k chup reh gaya aur request kiya ki plz. I really do. It’s just…I was really looking forward to working on that case, and I-‘ she sighed, unable to find a way to express her frustration, ‘just – honestly, Aidan, is it because of my performance at work? Because I promise, what we have now isn’t going to change how I am at the office-‘ ‘Absolutely not – not even close.’ His voice firmly cut her off and dispelled her worries. ‘Like I said, it’s due to personal reasons. It’ll take some time to explain – maybe we could do it over dinner,. Was not she satisfied with uncle?She was then started crying…. I wipe her tear and make her sit on the bed…after some time she started… she told me that she was not having sex with uncle for more than last 4 – 5 years and whenever he did he was ejaculated with in 2 or 3 stroke. She was very much thirsty for sex and with some incident she had started doing sex with Subho uncle for last few months. Then she jumped on chest and started crying again… and requesting me not to tell anybody…Then I was. So as soon as the bus started, I was felling dizzy and I slept. After some time I got up and found the bus had stopped and nobody was there. The bus was totally empty. I got out of the bus and found that it was a farmhouse. The driver and the conductor were drinking with another person. I went toward them and asked where I am. At first they were surprised to see me. But then the person sitting near them asked me the name of the village where I wanted to go. I told him the name of the village..