.. slut... fuck... fuck."He drove himself into me and it made me gasp, he was hitting me in areas that had never been touched and he was hitting them ...ard. Just as with Kurt, I felt his cock get stiff and throb, he grunted and pushed deep into me and I felt a second load of cum shoot into me. Kurt had slowed as he came but Glen just fucked me harder and faster, I bounced on the couch as he jack-hammered my ass and filled it with thick ropes of cum. "Ya bitch!! Fuuuuuuuuckkk... take that shit in. But you waited, unable to sleep, your head pressed to the cold glass; the humming of the bus' engine as a soft reminder that time would pass ever so slowly.Friday morning found you waking up from dreams of love and romance to the smell of fresh bacon sizzling beautifully on a distant stove-top. Tom must be making breakfast for work. You lay in bed, a silent yawn and cat-like stretch the only movements you care to make before settling under the warm covers. Thinking back to the end of your trip. I’m getting wet… I can hear him moving, I mustn’t feet, not until I am signaled to do so. He doesn’t speak either, he usually uses body language, or signals to communicate with me. He speaks now and then, particularly if I’m really good – or really bad…I can’t look at him either, not his eyes. I’m not worthy. I will look at him if he asks me to, but not unless that happens. I watch his feet approach me, and stop infront of me briefly, his eyes burning into me. He then picked up my bowls and. I pulled back some more, this time lifting her petite chest off the mat, but making sure some of my bodyweight was still on her lower torso so she couldn't roll out of it.Her arm that wasn't pinned was desperately clawing at my interlocked fingers, which now sat across her mouth and nose. She scratched and scraped, but after a minute or so the energy went out of her arm and it fell limply to the ground.Unconscious for the second time today, I released my hold gently, making sure her head.