Vietnamese Students Part 2

“You want me to put my cock…up your ass?”
Her eyes began to overflow again, but she kept looking at me and said, “Yes. I picked up her discarded panties from the chair and placed the waistband over her head so that she wore them like a hat. Still looking up at me, she whispered, her voice quavering, “I want you to h-humiliate me.”
Then: “P-please.”
I leaned down and kissed her gently, laying my hand along the side of her face. Now. “I want you to…make me…do bad things.”
I continued to look at her in silence. “You sure did,” I replied, still crouching behind her. She must have stayed up late that night, or else gotten up early, because when I went out the next morning I found a small plastic bag hanging from my doorknob. Yes! I could tell because her sobs were gradually replaced by little “Oo” sounds. Carol had had her back to me the entire time, working at her task.