I knew he had a thing for me, and I really wished I could reciprocate those feelings. But I just couldn’t see him as anything more than a friend. He...sighed and left, closing the door behind him. I shook my head and stood up. An abrupt wave of dizziness sent me back down to my chair and I grabbed my trash can, getting sick in it. ‘Ugh,’ My shaking fingers clutched at my stomach with my free hand as I heaved again and again. Warily, I set the trash can back down. Sweat beaded against my forehead. "It's too hot, you bitch!How dare you! Are you trying to burn me?" I shook my head frantically. I had tested the water myself. Thetemperature was fine, not too hot, not too cool. It certainly would notburn. But the Mistress was already fetching the strap, a long thick oneshe had made and kept in our chambers, specifically for me, as it wastoo much trouble to run to the kitchen every time I needed the strap. "Take off your clothes," she ordered, and I silently obeyed, wonderingif this was. Slipping his other hand lower as his fingers pinches my clit. Crying out not sure if from the pleasure or pain. Unable to hold back my responses. His eyes never once leaving my face as his harsh hands begin their rough play of my pussy. His nails biting into my tender clit as he pinches me. Watching as his hands move to his clothing as he begins to slide the fabric from his body unable to look away at his hard male frame. Excitement mingled with fear fills my body as I watch him moving closer.. We were still around 200 km from our home. We had finished our water reserve and hoped to buy some bottles of water on the way, but to our bad luck, all shops were closed. We thought we’d adjust and hold ourselves until the next town arrived. Soon our problems began and it was the funniest moment of our journey. Ravi had to go to poo. He couldn’t hold any longer and he told it to us. As we started laughing, he stopped the car and ran into the forest. After a while, he returned. When asked, he.