When we came back, she latched the door and took off her jeans and panties. I watched, but I knew that she didn't want me until she was ready. She lay...on the bed with her legs on the floor and her crotch just on the edge. She crushed the cube and spread some where she wanted me to lick. I licked up all the flavor from the outside first. Then I got between the layers and licked one side until she was supplying much more flavor than the beef was. Then I switched sides and licked the other. She is losing complete control. Usually she plays that game so well. I grab one blanket and wrap it through her arms. I fold the blanket in half and pin it between the headboard and mattress. Sabrina continues on talking dirty keeping me at the height of arousal. Normally fussing with my wife’s wrists would give me a chance to come back down, but Sabrina is still going at a furious pace keeping me maxed out. Now my wife really is tied up and can’t move her arms. I give her nipple a light pinch,. Listening to Ben talk about my nipples and what jewelry would look good in them had me just as wet as the last time I had seen him. He helped me pick out my jewelry and he checked me out, and then it was time to head upstairs. He shut the door behind him and locked it, to ensure that no one would come in while I was getting one of the most intimate parts of my body pierced. Ok, then, theres no point in beating around the bush. You need to take off your shirt and bra. He turned around for me to. All of the crew spoke grammatically correct English and they seemed on their best behavior in remaining aloof from personal contact with the “sheep” in the grazing pen, me included. I had met the same sort of attitude in the Asian and Middle-Eastern airline crews and I had the distinct impression it was to maintain a certain level of unquestioned authority in the event of a sudden catastrophe whilst still in the air. My main concern was that I didn’t get on a flight with a borderline suicidal.