You are either going to be my good, obedient submissive or you aren't. You are either going to follow my rules and commands every time, or you are goi...g to live on your own as a free woman." NO MASTER! PLEASE!" she cried, "Please don't turn me out! Please, I will do anything you say! I will be anything you want me to be! Please, please don't turn me out! Oh, Master, I am so sorry. I am so sorry I displeased you. Please, Master, please give me another chance and let me show you I can be good!". When she slow danced with anyone she would cling to them, mold her body to them and rub her mound against them. I loved watching her dance, especially with John when it always looked like they were having sex on the dance floor. There was a big hit that year from England. A very sexy slow dance. It was a perfect song for hot sweaty tight slow dances. When she and John danced to it, her nipples were hard, her legs were around his and her chest flush with desire. I could see her pressing her body. I got up and walked out of the coach. She followed me. As she walked out, I pulled her hair and pinned her to the coach wall.“You’ll be rammed real bad for the misbehavior. Ready? Or should I leave you” I asked her.“Sluts like me deserve to be rammed, I ain’t afraid of it my man” she bit her lip in a slutty manner and said this.I pulled her to a washroom of the adjacent coach. It was a big washroom in the adjacent AC coach. I bolted it and looked at my bitch from top to toe. Her sweaty face. Not when my big brother fucked me. Not when he gave me such taboo passion.It burned through me. The wonderful rush of bliss shot through me. It boiled through my brain. I shuddered, my pussy spasming on his dick as his cock buried over and over into my depths. He pinched my nipple with the other hand.I loved it. I loved being fucked by my big brother.“Jenny,” he groaned, burying into me, his cum firing into the depths of my asshole.I drank it in, loving the sensation, my bowels writhing about.