When I had turned the car off, she moved toward me and said, "I wanted to have a few minutes to say good-bye properly, Master." Her hands came up to t...e sides of my head, and she pulled me into her, locking her lips to mine.Her passion was obvious as her tongue invaded my mouth, and I wrapped my arms around her, then down along her back and onto her rear. Her hands soon left my face, and I felt them next at my waist, pulling on my belt, and finding the button and zipper. In seconds she had my. I heard her faintly say, “Fuck me!” and in my young innocence, I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her, like I don’t hear her and for clarification. She laughed a little and then with a lustfull, sexy voice said, “Yes, Fuck me!” I tore my jeans and released my aching cock. Her hole wet from my saliva, I spit on my cocks head and pressed it against her asshole before easing the head inside her. She moaned, “Yes” and threw her head back, her long hair dropping over her back. So fucking sexy! I. Hers was the charm of an old bordello whore. Clearly she'd been cut, but not by a surgeon. There was a jagged mark beneath her collarbone. There was a crescent shaped scar that I somehow knew was from a broken bottle. Bar room brawl or sadistic lover, the scar had a story all it's own, I was sure. I wasn't sure if it was better than the story that accompanied the bruises on her wrists. It looked as if she was just recovering from a nasty rope burn. There was another variety of burn on her. I knew it wasn’t Bull because he was all hot to trot with exporting me to his Mama to set up shop as his live in sex slave hoping to keep me around as long as possible because free pussy is hard to find in those places. That meant it was one of the others who turned me in as a foreign bitch that needed a lot of anal training to get me in line.The headman chastised me verbally and kicked me in my ass a few times. Since he was old enough to be my grandfather, I was not overly upset over it.