Dekhte hi dekhte wo niche jhuki aur mere land ko muuh mai le liya….Oh my god….She was very good sucker….Wo mere land ko jitna ho skta tha apne m...uuh mai le kr jati thi…Maine usse kha ki mai tmhri chut chatna chahta hu….To usne bola ki ye kaise possible ho skta hai. To maine kha ki bilkul last seat pe chalte hai….Kyunki bus mai pessenger bhut kamthey…Aur jo bhi they wo sb aage they…Piche to bus bilkul khali thi…Mere aisa khne pr wo ek dum maan gyi aur hm pichli seat pr gye….Maine uski salwarko. I asked her ” Becky, u have not worn bra today for i could see everything”. She replied ” sir, we just have 2 bra at home and today my sister in law and my mother had o go to church for some function so they have worn it so i have not worn it”. I felt pity for her and gave her my windshitter to wear and told her to meet me after office hour at market which was closer by. She met me there and i bought her 4 pair of bra and panties of different color. She was not ready to accept it but i forced. I care for her and would rather have her stay in the temple and be safe.” Our conversation stayed quiet and professional. I felt, that I the person was under scrutiny, not my skill. People gathered around the yard but all kept their distance and watched our dance. None of them could have matched us and like a class of art students, they all wanted to see two masters at work. We provided them a show and gave her an opportunity to question me without being disturbed or overheard.“Faster, now.”. Right at that moment I could havechanged clothes, worn my own clothes and averted the storm, but thatwould have only delayed the inevitable. He and I had to face off, cometo terms with the girl standing there, or I would have to leave. Ijust could not see any middle ground. Some might say that I came tolike dressing as a girl rather quickly, and maybe that's true, butthen again maybe not. After all, many people get addicted to thingsafter one or two tries, so why not this? And isn't it true.