I never waste any opportunity which comes my way. I have seen many guys with the same intention on bus, a lot…When bus started moving slowly and ste...adily in the evening time due to traffic in Delhi, I got close to her. There was not a small gap between me and her or even the air couldn’t pass. By then the conductor had also come in and then I bought ticket for myself and she did the same too. It was difficult for her to give the money from the purse as my elbow was pressing her right boob. She. She loved to apologize.She knew these feelings were odd, crazy, but she couldn’t help them. She figured this was how it felt to be ‘broken’ mentally. Anything Ninon did to her she was grateful for; she had lost the will to fight her. Every whip lash was right, was just. And the pain, it felt so deserved and it relaxed her troubled mind.For what seemed like hours the session went on. She was painfully constrained in various positions and paddled and whipped until she fainted. The session just. I was extra friendly to one of the workers there, she looked gorgeous but the uniform and hear tears were bringing down her beauty. She was average height blond. I would say 34C and a great curvy ass. She looked like she could take a dick. She was somewhere mid 30’s early 40’s. She smiled at me for being so polite and outgoing to her. I wished her a good day and headed to theatre 8. As I landed a seat in the upper level, back row, I got a txt. It said, “sorry brock, can’t make it.” I. From his position just off the established footpath, partially hidden by a rise in the ground, he studied the two as they drew level with him, too engrossed in their own conversation to be aware of his presence. Suzi Breakspeare and Helen Chapman, he thought. Odd, I didn’t think they were friends. Not surprising I suppose, similar types. A couple of years below me at school, but still completely out of my league – out of most peoples for that matter. Untouchable unless you’ve got a sports car,.