Now we headed for my car at the airport. My driver was acquainted with me. I have a 3D offsite in Mysore, which we had previously informed individuals at home. My driver will be discussed in more detail later on since he plays a crucial role in this narrative. He was both my driver and confidante; let’s accept that for the time being. “Please drive us to the movie theater,” I instructed him.
Even though it was a children’s movie that wasn’t very successful, I still chose to get the final two rows of seats for Veena and me. That was off-peak hours at an ancient theater. The car we were in was an SX4 vehicle. I had bought Manoj, my driver, the vehicle in appreciation for all the years he had provided me with service.
When I was traveling or he had some free time, he utilized the vehicle as an Ola Airport Only taxi to earn additional cash to send to his parents in Odisha and his wife Soumya. I had installed a little divider between the driver’s seat and the back seat of this vehicle. It was an acrylic divider that provided passengers with visual seclusion. When necessary, it could be opened to allow the driver to use the mirror. However, this was an enhancement only for myself and my unique passengers. I had faith in Manoj.
Veena and I began kissing as soon as we got into the car. There was silence. We had been texting back and forth till she got on the plane. I was aware of the center seat she had, with a young man on one side and a married man on the other. I knew that the young man had adjusted his cock to show off his erection, and the married man was massaging her breast even before takeoff. Fortunately, the trip was brief, but it was still enough for Veena to feel a little touched.
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