Would I be able to survive in jailafterwards if I was caught? Well that was a different story. Time wouldtell. I had no choice. I was a dead man walki...ng if I could not stopJustin.My time with Sam was lovely. We still occasionally tried to made love asman and women, but it was getting almost impossible to sustain anerection Although Sam was very loving, I could tell that it was not anenjoyable experience for her. Our lesbian love making was becoming moreskilled and more passionate and it was. My crack them he have of a glass of beer in my hand i gulped the whole glass he filled another glass for me now his hands were playing on my whole body then he reached my breast’s he was caressing it slowly them he removed my t shirt i was without the bra he sipped a beer and i removed his t shirt he whispered in my ears darling you are more than your mother your skin is too smooth you have a lovely shape his fingers were in my pussy fucking me i said i know that dad he asked of would i love. She asked: Has the bus for Umarpur left?I replied: No, it will arrive in a minute or so.I ended the conversation with a smile. She smiled back too. We spent about 15 minutes waiting there, but no bus came. She was getting tense. I could feel it.I told her, “Usually, the bus arrives on time. But I don’t know what has happened today. There is a junction nearby. You can get an auto from there. I will walk you there.”She nodded her head. We started walking suddenly the Air became cooler than usual.. Your...”A sudden grip in her hair cutting the bitch short.“Only ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or ‘No, Mistress,’ or I might find new elements to your punishment.”The whip sting of words bringing focus back.“Y..Yes, Mistress!”Tension released from her head.A shuffling of items soon filled the room.“I see my bitch is already leaking quite badly. Such an undisciplined cunt.”“Yes, Mistress.”Shame filled her.For failing.For craving.“Worry not, dear bitch. I will help you learn.”Clop, clop, clop...Drawing nearer.