.. for him.I mean, when I’m helping him out, that’s fine. I need to dress sexy if I’m ever going to help my brother cum, and as a sister, that�...s what I’m here for. I mean, that’s what I signed on for.But when we’re not ... y’know, doing that, it felt kind of weird to have him ogle me.We had to leave straight away, or we were going to be late, else I would have gone back upstairs and changed. As it was, I was tempted to skip the whole thing, but I guess I felt I was overreacting.Sitting in the. I liked it that way. it made me feel like such a dirty slut.Mistress pounded away at me for a good while. i wanted nothing more than to jerk my cock and cum, but as it was behind me (and i did not have permission) i was unable to even attempt it."Do you know how much i like giving your greedy fuck hole all of my cock bitch boy?" i hope every bit as much as i love taking it Mistress." Good fucking answer whore."Mistress drove her cock into me harder and faster."I bet you'd like to cum, wouldn't. She got up from my dick and then took hold of my hand making me walk behind her, the husband followed us and we went to their bedroom. There she got on bed on her fours and I came up behind her, rubbing my dick on her pussy. She said “chodo mujhe raja” (Fuck me, my king.) I had a devious idea and I said to her husband to come over.I said. ‘mera lodha aur iski fuddi. Dono chaat (suck both my dick and her pussy) I entered her from behind pulling the husband’s hair and guiding his face near her. ‘What is it? Your first time flying?’ he asked sarcastically, with that faint trace of a mocking smile. ‘Yes.’ I softly replied. His smile quickly vanished giving way to a slightly shocked expression. He seemed to be at a loss for words as he stared down at me. Yet again I blushed, feeling the blood paint my cheeks red. I quickly looked away, to stare back out the window. I resumed my silence. Even as the plane took off and my heart pounded in my chest and my knuckles turned white from holding.