She said everything just the way I told her. As she passed me, I gave her a nod. She shuddered, nipples poking against the front of her thin blouse, h...r tits swaying without any bra to constrain them.I followed.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Carmelita CampoI trembled, my knees aching against the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Sounds echoed through it, girls washing their hands, toilets flushing, clothing rustling. I licked my lips, cunt juices dripping down my thighs. My Sister-Mistress didn't. The under the sink cabinet had the doors smashed in. The contents had been cleared out a long time ago. A random brick rested in the sink. The bathtub faucet still roared with fresh water. A big, two inch diameter rush of pure and beloved water droned out. The piping was singing, pinging, and rattling with activity. A rug in the drain kept the water in. Despite all the grime in the house, the water was so clear that it was see-through. With all his clothes on Charlie let himself fall into the. Dostoo….kiya bataoon…. Os keyChoot kee under kee dewarian baree he naram lach’kee’leen aur chikneeTheen mairee zuban ko muza aa giay main nay os kee choot key underTak zuban dali aur ghooma ghooma key undar bhar karnay lagaa os keyChoot bara pani choore ja rahee thee..jis say mairaa munh aur hoontGilay ho rahay thay .ahh. Ab wooh khud bee mairee zuban key ooperApnee choot ko ooper neechay (sit stand )kar rahee thee..Aa..ahh…. Jis say os ka panii buri tarah say nikle raha thaa aurMairaa sara. But Jack thought it was funny.”“So what’s the relationship ... connection between status and calling the girl you’re with a slut?”“I don’t know ... but you’re going to make me find out.” She smiled, and for the first time pulled us together.I kissed her cheek, which didn’t have too much talc on it. “How much status does a slut have?”“Not much.”“So what does he get out of it? Calling you one?” My hapless teen didn’t answer, though I could sense her thinking about it. “Hmmm, okay ... well take.