She shyly covered up, crying a little more. “Stop! Stop! What are you doing?” Becky protested, angry, but the fire in her eyes was … much less t...en before. She’d been used all night and had found that she had seen more, felt more this entire night than in her entire life. I replied cruelly. “Insurance, I assure you. If you tell anyone about what happened, we will give these photos to everybody.” I warned. She would keep her mouth shut now, definitely.She didn’t, however, stop covering herself. He bit again then released me, raised his head and shookit sadly."I know you want to touch my cock. But then you're going to want to getit out, then you're going to want to kiss it and suck on it. That's howit always goes with sluts like you."He stroked my face and gazed into my eyes with such sincere concern andsympathy it was difficult to keep a straight face. I bit my lip andturned away, half expecting, or hoping anyway, that he would be thefirst to start laughing. He couldn't possibly be. Par tumhe dusri cheezon mein dhyan lagana chahiye. Ye health ke liye theek nahi hai.Main: (embarassed) Sorry maa, main bohut zyada stressed hu aajkal. Maa: Padhai ka stress to hota hi hai. Tum apne doston se mil lo, exercise kar lo, ye sab stress busters hi toh hai.Main: Haan, par main bohut zyada desparate ho chuka hu. Meri koi girlfriend bhi nahi hai. Mera bhi man karta hai sex karne ka, main soch raha hu, kisi randi se mil lun.Maa ne zor se mujhe thappad lagaya aur bola: Ye sab kaun sikha. I thought about ignoring it but decided it was time for some privacy and I tried to stand up, breaking the bond between us. Sandra looked at me in an uncertain and embarrassed way. She started to stammer an apology and looked away as I took her hands and pulled her up on her feet. At the same time I wrapped my other hand around her waist and led her towards the exit. We linked arms as we walked down the sandy beach and our conversation drifted easily back to sex but for a while we just giggled.