I didn’t have time to think about taste - it just poured down my throat on each pulse. Probably only six times but I remember the thick almost cream... texture - a bit like a spoonful of cream but very salty. However my response was absolute pleasure at the power and control and the need to suck even more out of the eye. I poked my tongue into the eye and licked out every last drop. I loved it so much - not necessarily the taste but the feeling of this thick juice running down my throat. I was. Lately it started to seem like the bathrooms were getting more disgusting and unsanitary the more I worked, with rancid diarrheal that smelled like someone had ten helpings of beans and broccoli, and things were only mad worse with blood splattered all over the toilets, floors and walls of the women’s bathroom, making it look like a damn murder scene. Sick bastards. My phone started to ring in my pocket, but because I had more sense than most young kids, I decided to just leave it in my pocket. I stretched my arms back; making my big round breasts push against my thin tank top; this grabbed my dad’s attention as his eyes darted from my legs to my chest. I turned to him, making his eyes dart back to the road; I was amused by this little game I was playing with him.“how much longer daddy?”“still a few hours sweety”“I’m going to try and get some sleep then.”I gave my skirt a final hike up, put my arms behind my head and leaned back.I couldn’t really sleep; my pussy was pounding too hard.. . It wasn't a bad way to die......You heard a sound...A sound of horse and carriage?You slowly opened your eyes. The first you see is fog, a thickass fog. You barely can see anything farther than 10 meters from you. You realized you are now sitting on a carriage."Hey you! You are finally awake!" you noticed that someone is sitting across you, an elderly man with perfectly white hair. He is wearing a robe that looks like it was made by the finest white silk. "You were trying to save that woman.