Exposure in night markets

It was a little past nine o'clock at night, and it happened to be Friday night, so I decided to take Sister Ke to the night market in the next town. Before we left, I picked out a white sleeveless dress with a floral pattern for her to wear. The reason I chose this dress was because of a classmate's movie review: the skirt was so low that it only went up a centimeter or two above her buttocks, and the clasp-fastened bodice was still incredibly sexy, even though it was an old dress Sister Ke wore more than ten years ago. Underneath the dress, I only picked out a pair of transparent silk panties with some lace floral patterns. That's right, just silk panties. What about the bra? Tonight's theme was exhibitionism, so besides choosing the unfamiliar night market in the next town as the training environment, Sister Ke's huge E-cup breasts were a "good thing" that attracted men's greedy eyes, so naturally, I had to help them take off Sister Ke's bra! And the silk panties? They were just props to properly store a "secret weapon". "Master...are you really, really going to get out?" "Good girl, listen to me. I've written down what you need to do on this note. I'll get out of the car with you to protect you later..." "Yes...I...you slut...I understand..." We had already eaten dinner at Sister Ke's house that evening, so the task on the note was simply to drink a cup of black tea, a cup of green tea, a cup of watermelon milk, and a cup of herbal tea...The purpose of this seemingly insignificant "task" would only be revealed more than half an hour later...After confirming that the "secret weapon" was properly equipped, Sister Ke got out of the car first with the note and her wallet; while I changed the batteries in the remote control of the "secret weapon" before getting out of the car with Sister Ke. Actually, the "secret weapon" isn't really a secret—it's just a pink wireless vibrator that cost a little over 1000 yuan and has three speed settings. Although it's wireless, it still comes with a small plastic cord. This design is probably to prevent the vibrator from falling into the cervix or deeper during "exercise" and getting stuck, so it can help pull it out. Also, although the English instructions on the packaging say that the effective range of the remote control is about 3 meters, I actually tested it out of boredom and found that my three big steps—about 180 centimeters—were already the limit of the remote control's signal range. Then, a game of exposure and voyeurism unfolded willingly in the night market: "Yes~ bend down a little, get closer to the stall, and then... pretend you're picking something out... um, that's it... tell me, what do you see the bakery owner looking at?" However, this exposure training game was quite expensive on my phone—because while maintaining a distance of several large steps, I had to use my phone to "control" Sister Ke's behavior; "He, he's secretly watching, watching people." "Home... the sow's breasts..." "Then... why did he peek?" "Because... because she wasn't wearing underwear... and she looked... horny..." The night market was bustling with people—even though it was just a night market in a remote village with a few thousand people, there were at least a few dozen, if not hundreds, of people wandering around. For the usually shy and conservative Sister Ke to say these things in front of the people around her, even if she deliberately or unintentionally lowered her voice, deserves a thumbs up! But the game wasn't over yet. "Really? Very good! You, Sow Ling, were you already pretty horny? Now, unbutton the first button on your chest..." "Yes, yes, I understand..." As soon as the first button on her chest was unbuttoned, Sister Ke's large E-cup breasts immediately revealed a deep "cleavage" for everyone to admire; coupled with the alluring sight of Sister Ke's "erect" nipples faintly visible under her easily translucent white dress, the male customers and the male owner at the bakery had no idea where to look... As for the women and children next to them, their eyes were naturally filled with curiosity and surprise! And since the male friends' eyes had worked so hard, they naturally deserved a "reward"! "Excuse me, miss!" Pretending not to know Sister Ke, I joined the crowd at the stall. As soon as I squeezed next to her, seeing the stunned expression on her face, my hand, hidden in my shorts pocket, pressed the switch on the wireless vibrator… "Let's try a few speeds first! Good luck! Don't disappoint these men!" I whispered in her ear as I turned to leave. So, while the wireless vibrator relentlessly "ravaged" her sensitive spot, despite her desperate attempts to suppress herself, Sister Ke couldn't help but let herself openly and somewhat awkwardly sway her hips in front of a group of men… And once the fire is lit, it only burns brighter! This sentence is also like a description of Sister Ke who was filled with lust, because she did not hesitate at all when given the order... For example, when asked to pick up some loose change that had been deliberately dropped on the ground, Sister Ke shamelessly stood in front of a five or six-year-old boy, sticking out her buttocks and swaying her skirt, revealing glimpses of her private parts; and it was as if she had not given my order, but had "added fuel" by unbuttoning the second button on her chest... etc. However, her revealing clothes and wanton behavior quickly made her the target of gossip in the night market: "Master husband... what should I do? So many people are looking at me... and some people are even cursing at me..." "Oh? What are they cursing at you for?" "I don't know... I don't want to know... ah... I hate it, I'm so wet, master husband... so wet, down there, down there... so wet!" Although the night market wasn't big, this "exciting" trip took almost 30 minutes. So, to reward Sister Ke for her "efforts," I had to reluctantly sacrifice the last bit of battery power and immediately turned the remote control to the highest speed of three... "Ah, no... ah..." With several people watching, Sister Ke almost had an orgasm in the night market! I admired her perseverance. After she recovered, she was able to endure the vibrating wireless vibrator at full power and walked almost 500 meters back to where we had parked the car. "Master, I'm so tired." Seeing me waiting by the car, Sister Ke immediately relaxed. However, the task of drinking beverages she'd been given, after almost half an hour, was starting to prove useful. "Master, what's wrong?" "What? What's wrong?" Seeing Sister Ke's anxious expression, I already guessed what she wanted to say. "The toilet... are there toilets at this night market?" "Yes, yes! There are portable toilets, why?" "Nothing... it's just... this slut wants to pee..." Ha, the consequence of drinking four full cups of beverages cleanly—this was also part of the training plan. "No, you're not allowed to go!" "But, I... I can't hold it in anymore!" "Then... pee here!" "This? Master..." "Husband...I,I..." Sister Ke's hesitation was normal. Although it was already past 10 p.m. and the crowd at the night market had dispersed somewhat, there was a couple in the small open space where parking was available. They were just about to get out of their car with their two children... "This...Master, husband..." Seeing Sister Ke's pitiful pleading look, my response was to lend her a hand—I pressed hard on her bladder, which was about to burst from holding in her urine. Heh, this is the best way to help her urinate! "Sow Ling! This is my order!" "Yes, yes, Master Husband..." Helpless, Sister Ke, perhaps finally unable to bear the torment of urinating, took off her silk panties, soaked with what appeared to be either vaginal fluid or urine that had seeped out uncontrollably, under the watchful eyes of the family of four. Then she pulled out the pink wireless vibrator that had just stopped vibrating from her vagina... "How rude! Someone's watching you! Turn around! Look at them properly, look at their faces, that's polite!" "Yes, yes..." As she took off her panties and squatted down to urinate, Sister Ke once again abandoned her dignity as a human being; without struggling, she obediently pulled up the hem of her dress, stood up, and turned around, only to squat down again, continuing to release her lingering urge to urinate. Perhaps they were stunned! When the two adults were at a loss, the child naturally could only stand there dumbfounded with them. But seeing that the audience was completely absorbed in the performance, I had no choice but to "give back" to them by "adding to the show" with Sister Ke! So, I approached Sister Ke, who was still squatting down to pee, and then pulled out my penis from under my shorts—it was already rock hard, and it readily shoved into Sister Ke's mouth, which had been pried open… "Little girl, this is called oral sex, or sucking a penis. You have to ask your mom and dad to teach you when you get home!" I was surprised that the lines I came up with on the spot were so educational. And what happened next, you can only know by seeing it with your own eyes how complex the facial expressions of humans—whether it was Sister Ke or the four audience members—could be… It was a little after nine o'clock at night, and it was Friday night, so I decided to take Sister Ke to the night market in the next town. Before leaving, I even picked out a floral patterned exagle for her.I wore a white sleeveless jumpsuit with 24-hour online video playback in high definition. There was a reason for choosing this one: the skirt was so low that it only went up a centimeter or two above my buttocks, and the clasp-fastened bodice was still incredibly sexy, even though it was an old dress from over ten years ago. Underneath the dress, I only wore a transparent silk panty with some lace floral patterns. That's right, just a silk panty. What about the bra? Tonight's theme was exposure training, so I chose a night market in a neighboring town, a place I didn't know well, as the training environment. My sister's huge E-cup breasts were a "good thing" that attracted men's greedy eyes, so naturally, I had to help them take off my sister's bra! And the silk panty? It was just a prop to properly store a "secret weapon". "Master...are you really, really going to get out?" "Good girl, listen to me. I've written down what you need to do on this note. I'll get out of the car with you to protect you later..." "Yes...I...you slut...I understand..." We had already eaten dinner at Sister Ke's house that evening, so the task on the note was simply to drink a cup of black tea, a cup of green tea, a cup of watermelon milk, and a cup of herbal tea...The purpose of this seemingly insignificant "task" would only be revealed more than half an hour later...After confirming that the "secret weapon" was properly equipped, Sister Ke got out of the car first with the note and her wallet; while I changed the batteries in the remote control of the "secret weapon" before getting out of the car with Sister Ke. Actually, the "secret weapon" isn't really a secret—it's just a pink wireless vibrator that cost a little over 1000 yuan and has three speed settings. Although it's wireless, it still comes with a small plastic cord. This design is probably to prevent the vibrator from falling into the cervix or deeper during "exercise" and getting stuck, so it can help pull it out. Also, although the English instructions on the packaging say that the effective range of the remote control is about 3 meters, I actually tested it out of boredom and found that my three big steps—about 180 centimeters—were already the limit of the remote control's signal range. Then, a game of exposure and voyeurism unfolded willingly in the night market: "Yeah~ bend down a little, get closer to the stall, and then... pretend you're picking something out... um, that's it... tell me, what do you see the bakery owner looking at?" However, this exposure training game was quite expensive on my phone—because I, keeping a few big steps away, had to use my phone to "control" Sister Ke's behavior; "He, he's secretly looking, looking at... that slut's breasts..." "Then... why is he peeking?" "Because, because she's not wearing underwear... she looks... horny..." Because the night market was bustling with people—even though it was just a night market in a remote village with a few thousand people, there were at least a few dozen people wandering around at the moment, if not hundreds; and for Sister Ke, who is usually shy and conservative, to be able to say these things in front of the people around her, even if she deliberately or unintentionally lowered her voice, deserves a thumbs up! But the game wasn't over yet. "Really? Very good! You, Sow Ling, were you already pretty horny? Now, unbutton the first button on your chest..." "Yes, yes, I understand..." As soon as the first button on her chest was unbuttoned, Sister Ke's large E-cup breasts immediately revealed a deep "cleavage" for everyone to admire; coupled with the alluring sight of Sister Ke's "erect" nipples faintly visible under her easily translucent white dress, the male customers and the male owner at the bakery had no idea where to look... As for the women and children next to them, their eyes were naturally filled with curiosity and surprise! And since the male friends' eyes had worked so hard, they naturally deserved a "reward"! "Excuse me, miss!" Pretending not to know Sister Ke, I joined the crowd at the stall. As soon as I squeezed next to her, seeing the stunned expression on her face, my hand, hidden in my shorts pocket, pressed the switch on the wireless vibrator… "Let's try a few speeds first! Good luck! Don't disappoint these men!" I whispered in her ear as I turned to leave. So, while the wireless vibrator relentlessly "ravaged" her sensitive spot, despite her desperate attempts to suppress herself, Sister Ke couldn't help but let herself openly and somewhat awkwardly sway her hips in front of a group of men… And once the fire is lit, it only burns brighter! This sentence is also like a description of Sister Ke who was filled with lust, because she did not hesitate at all when given the order... For example, when asked to pick up some loose change that had been deliberately dropped on the ground, Sister Ke shamelessly stood in front of a five or six-year-old boy, sticking out her buttocks and swaying her skirt, revealing glimpses of her private parts; and it was as if she had not given my order, but had "added fuel" by unbuttoning the second button on her chest... etc. However, her revealing clothes and wanton behavior quickly made her the target of gossip in the night market: "Master husband... what should I do? So many people are looking at me... and some people are even cursing at me..." "Oh? What are they cursing at you for?" "I don't know... I don't want to know... ah... I hate it, I'm so wet, master husband... so wet, down there, down there... so wet!" Although the night market wasn't big, this "exciting" trip took almost 30 minutes. So, to reward Sister Ke for her "efforts," I had to reluctantly sacrifice the last bit of battery power and immediately turned the remote control to the highest speed of three... "Ah, no... ah..." With several people watching, Sister Ke almost had an orgasm in the night market! I admired her perseverance. After she recovered, she was able to endure the vibrating wireless vibrator at full power and walked almost 500 meters back to where we had parked the car. "Master, I'm so tired." Seeing me waiting by the car, Sister Ke immediately relaxed. However, the task of drinking beverages she'd been given, after almost half an hour, was starting to prove useful. "Master, what's wrong?" "What? What's wrong?" Seeing Sister Ke's anxious expression, I already guessed what she wanted to say. "The toilet... are there toilets at this night market?" "Yes, yes! There are portable toilets, why?" "Nothing... it's just... this slut wants to pee..." Ha, the consequence of drinking four full cups of beverages cleanly—this was also part of the training plan. "No, you're not allowed to go!" "But, I... I can't hold it in anymore!" "Then... pee here!" "This? Master..." "Husband...I,I..." Sister Ke's hesitation was normal. Although it was already past 10 p.m. and the crowd at the night market had dispersed somewhat, there was a couple in the small open space where parking was available. They were just about to get out of their car with their two children... "This...Master, husband..." Seeing Sister Ke's pitiful pleading look, my response was to lend her a hand—I pressed hard on her bladder, which was about to burst from holding in her urine. Heh, this is the best way to help her urinate! "Sow Ling! This is my order!" "Yes, yes, Master Husband..." Helpless, Sister Ke, perhaps finally unable to bear the torment of urinating, took off her silk panties, soaked with what appeared to be either vaginal fluid or urine that had seeped out uncontrollably, under the watchful eyes of the family of four. Then she pulled out the pink wireless vibrator that had just stopped vibrating from her vagina... "How rude! Someone's watching you! Turn around! Look at them properly, look at their faces, that's polite!" "Yes, yes..." As she took off her panties and squatted down to urinate, Sister Ke once again abandoned her dignity as a human being; without struggling, she obediently pulled up the hem of her dress, stood up, and turned around, only to squat down again, continuing to release her lingering urge to urinate. Perhaps they were stunned! When the two adults were momentarily at a loss, the child naturally could only stand there dumbfounded like them. But seeing that the audience was completely absorbed in the performance, in order to "give back" to the audience, I had no choice but to "add fuel to the fire" with Sister Ke! So, I approached Sister Ke, who was still squatting down to urinate, and then pulled out my penis from under my shorts—it was already rock hard, and it bravely shoved into Sister Ke's mouth, which had been pried open… "Kids, this is called oral sex, or sucking a penis. You have to ask your mom and dad to teach you when you get home!" I can't believe that the lines I came up with on the spot could be so educational; and what happened next, only by seeing it with my own eyes could I know that the facial expressions of humans—whether it was Sister Ke or the four audience members—could be so complex…

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