She briefly resisted before she grabbed my hips, fully taking my cock into her mouth. Diane began moving her head rapidly back and forth while she twi...ted it from side to side. I had to grab the side of the shower with one hand to keep from falling. My other hand was still urging her on. She continued to do the head bob, and my cock seeming to grow harder with every stroke. Keeping her lips around my cock I dropped a load of cum down her throat, and she continued to suck the last drops out. She met Him, thrust for thrust, pushing Him deeper. Her legs curled around Him, urging Him to take her harder, faster. Her eyes glazed and her head lolled back, her legs tightening around Him, locking Him close. “Please Master…” her voice was a low wheeze, breathless from his thrusts. “Please what, My girl?” another few hard thrusts accompanied the words, his deft fingers still moving against her nerves, making her gasp and whimper. “Do you want to come for your Master? Do you want that. Her dark complected skin was smooth except for some lines right around her brows, as if she often squinted. She had taken to wear Gunnar computer readers just to make her eyes look a little darker. She missed her Western clothes, but she can’t wear them in Afghanistan. She mused that it was not easy being a rebel, so many times in her life. She had rebelled three times, seeking to control her own fate, so placing her fate in the hands of others just… made her feel uneasy. She followed her. And each additional person who found the hiding place made it an even tighter fit. Hence the name Sardines. You were sometimes packed in there like sardines. You didn’t want to be the last person to find the sardines, because that person had to do a dare that the group thought up. Like run next door and TP a tree.I know. It was a goofy game. But we were kids, and it was a fun game too. There was something special about being all packed into some closet or behind a couch or whatever, everybody.