The realm was apparently endless-timeless but I had no sense to measure what it was. This was a concept my mind was, to say the least, perplexed to gr...asp with only hints tossed about in a discontinuous array. I was immersed in them which sounds almost frightening but was a dream brought to life. It was as if I had a soul foremost to a physical presence mixed together with theirs. I was perhaps merely a spirit. I didn’t understand but I felt completely loved like I belonged.They hovered around. I accepted it because he has loyally worked for us and it’s a diesel vehicle which needs to be monitored and gave him the keys and said “be Careful”. But while I was returning just two hours away from your destination.I got a call from Sayed and he said that he gave a crash to a bike and now he is in police station because the bike owner parents were blaming Sayed for the bike damages and minor injuries that happened to their son.So I rushed to the home and was at the police station within 2. Now the anticipation and excitement is slowly fading. He’s doing this on purpose. I know it. I should have peed. My bladder is making itself known. I can feel the pressure, the need. Damn it. He usually tells me what to do, why didn’t he remind me? Or was it on purpose? He knows my orgasms get painful when my bladder is full. He knows how bitchy I get when I need to pee. It wouldn’t surprise me if he planned this. Well, fuck. I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. I press my forehead to. Rocklin went to his desk and sat. He noticed that one of the students had not made a rush for the door. She had walked up to his desk instead and was standing there holding her test paper."Mr. Rocklin, I don't know what—uh—what I can do..." she trailed off.He studied the student, looking her over. Sandy Coxon, sixteen—maybe seventeen, long sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, tight silk blouse, short tight skirt, pretty pink lips, curvy—nice body ... sexy. His cock stiffened and rose."About your test.