He pumped and gazed down at the buttocks he had reddened. He gave a slap for luck. “You really are a dirty, randy, cock-loving slut, aren’t you, ...harlie?” “Yes, yes, I’m a dirty cock-loving slut, sir. I love it. I love cock. Fuck me, sir.” “Yes, you dirty bitch, you’re randiness is going to make me come.” Oh, he thought, I’d like to do this forever. He bent down taking his hands from her waist and seeking out her swaying breasts. Now he had two tits to fondle - firm yet malleable and her. Finally there was a message from her:"Hey, how have you been?"Simple and what I would have expected from her. It's the perfect way of saying I'm not offended, but I want to pretend like nothing happened. I'm not one for dancing around subjects so I sent her this back:"I've been good. Will be doing much better if we can go out again asap. I wanna have fun again."Now fun can mean anything. Fun could mean drinks, laughs, food, or just plain girl talk; I however, was hoping she'd figure out what. I was engrossed in the movie totally. I usually cannot sleep during journeys. After the movie was over I was listening to music and looking out of the window. I fell asleep after an hour. Suddenly the driver applied the break and I woke up. I felt someone touching my cheek. I got scared. I suddenly pulled my seat forward. I slept off again.After some time it was uncomfortable to sit like that, so again I pushed my seat back. After about fifteen minutes, the guy behind me started touching my. ‘You don’t have to pretend that you’re going to miss me, Olivia. I know you’ll be glad to be rid of me for a while. I hope you’ll use the time wisely… hopefully your French skills will have progressed at least a little by then.’ She snapped her suitcase shut, and pulled it off the bed, brushing past me to leave the room. I stood there, looking at the folded dress in its open box. I could feel the anger stirring inside me, and I wanted to take scissors to it and rip it apart. I knew it was.