I wanted him to fuck Anita really hard.My dick stayed hard that morning thinking about what might be taking place. That evening at home, during supper... I asked Ana about the matter of the bathroom sink."Oh, Jack O’ already fixed it." she answered me smiling. "But, please don't ever hire him again. He made passes at me all morning."All the mental images of her getting fucked went up in the air. But I pressed a little harder."What kind of 'passes, " I asked her seriously."You know, telling me how. When I went home I could only think about him and how good it was feeling. That night I masturbated a lot thinking about my master. I insert my fingers after applying baby oil or sometimes I use my mother’s face massager, that gives a good vibration and the feeling is great. But nothing comes near to real human touch and I was looking forward to the next class. The next day I went to our masters house straight from school. I told my parents that tuitions would start early as there were so much. I ran for the bus, and started the long ride to another day at school.Everything was normal until we got on the bus to go home. I always like to sit right behind Mrs. Waller, the bus driver. Today, the boys had gotten to the bus first, and filled up all the front seats. I frowned as I walked up the aisle toward the back of the bus. Our bus is different from most of the others, and has four-wheel drive to get it through the rough back roads going to the ranches. It also has an emergency door on. Everything was so fuzzy between the adrenaline and endorphins racing through my head, the horniness and orgasm that sent me over the edge and the shock of the things that happened. I tried to focus on the last thing I could remember.The words rang back into my head, "I'll see you tomorrow princess".His cock warm, wet and somewhat heavy resting on my cheek. Then I felt it start to rise up off of my face, tip rubbing across my cheek as he did. He got up and walked over to the door putting his.