Her crying began to subside. She looked up into my eyes and began to speak. "Carter, I-I-I'm sorry." for what?" I asked softly. She timidly lifted up ...er dress to her waist, revealing the source of the blood. "I-I tried to wait, I just couldn't help myself." Embarrassed, she sunk deeper into the grass. It all made sense to me now. The blood on her hand, and down her legs. It was her doing. I brushed her golden hair out of her eyes, and then stood up. A few feet away was a small stream. I. I desperately wanted him to use my pussy just to feel his cock fill me like he’d filled my throat.Get up here, Titty,” he ordered Chastity, not even bothering to call her by the whole name he’d given her. She was Titty right now, and she responded to the name immediately. I felt her boobs against my back a moment later.“I need a better hole than this to fuck,” Master told my sister, devastating me. I prided myself on my ability to deep-throat.“Oh, yes please, Master! Take me, please! Oh God I. Suddenly he said, “Photo tule rakhbo?”(can I take some pictures) I agreed. He took out his phone and told me to sit normally, then with crossed legs, then with spread legs and so on. The penultimate station to our destination was arriving and he said, “Next station e langta hoye namo, ami video korbo!”(get off at next station all naked, I’ll record) “Pagol, jodi keu dekhe fele?”(are you mad? someone will see me) “Tate tor ki be rendi? Chuse dibi aro 4 5 jon ke”(what does it matter to a slut. Then he finds my clit and all thoughts of protesting are gone. I give a muffled moan instead. He's leaking and I can taste the sweet, salty goodness. I use my tongue to try and get more from him. His tongue is now against my pussy, exploring and probing and it's too much for me. I feel myself reaching a climax. Then he's moving down my legs and his cock is no longer in my mouth. I'm feeling relieved, ashamed and disappointed. He finishes with my legs and feet and he gets off the table. As if.