In a few stops, I came to know that government has announced holiday for schools but not for colleges (Hell?!? These guys cannot make this decision ev...n in early morning, whatever I have to move on). This route had got some of the elementary schools and middle schools. They got burst into the bus happily by screaming. I watched them jealously and cursed the government. (That only I can do).Since they cannot hold the upper rod of the bus I managed to center and made them to stand by the side. Her clit so wet already, my finger tip just skims over it…and she lifts her hips so that I can linger at her open slit. I don’t want to rush it..I could easily plunge two maybe three fingers inside but I want to feel her…really feel her. I want to feel how she reacts to me. I slide my palm over her pussy and this makes her gasp…slowly I begin to rub her…until my middle finger nestles right at the opening of her juicy cunt and she begs me to fill her. I dip two fingers deep inside and feel her. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant. I could feel it filling me up.“Okay?” he asked after enough had gone in.“Out…” I managed.He removed the funnel and stroked between my legs. I calmed and felt like myself again. He toyed with my foreskin just enough to get me hard. He applied a little more oil, more to pleasure me than aid in the cooking process.“Are you sure about this part?” he asked after I had relaxed.“I don’t want you to eat unseasoned meat…”He nodded and arranged me in a comfortable position. ’ ‘No, no, no,’ I moan as tears stream down my cheeks. The men drag Andrew off into the darkness. I try to pull away, but Henri’s grip is tight. ‘There is a way you can save him my sweet, quit this futile struggle, bend to my will and your Master shall be returned to his proper place.’ ‘I can’t, I can’t,’ I cry. I crumble down onto my knees. Henri looks down upon me with satisfaction. How could I let this happen? To see my Master in this harsh light tears my heart apart. How could I give myself.