She turned around and bent down to pick it up, and paused to make sure, he had seen her naked bush. She then stood up as if nothing happened and proce...ded to examine him. She checked his vitals and wrote them on the pad. She then leaned over and brushed up against his chest with her big tits knowing he can see down her top. She continued looking at his head, ears and neck. She palpated the areas, then began kissing him on the neck, and licking his ears. She watched out of the corner of her eye. He picked out some toys and put them in his black bag. He headed off to end her waiting when he thought better of the bourbon and wine. Champagne would be far better. This toast was too important. Jamie was standing in the corner, nose to the wall, hands behind her head and her eyes were squeezed shut. He couldn’t help but stare at her for a few moments. She was so beautiful. So full of love. So his. Without saying a word, Mathew put cuffs on each wrist and on her ankles. Her breathing started. We laid together in silence, and soon I drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the flight, I felt him moving behind me and I opened my eyes, taking in the darkness around me. His mouth moved closer to my ear. “I want you so bad right now,” he breathed, his voice laced with lust and desire. His hand slid out from under mine and I stopped breathing, unsure of what time it was or what he was about to do. I laid there quietly, my hand searching for his, but his grabbed mine first,. I laid there thinking about the past few days. Here I am a 24 year old 5 foot 11 inch male. I don’t really have the abs girls like, but I am thin. I have a history degree and my own successful furniture building business. Until recently I was not getting any pussy until Amya Yoshido, my former history professor, came back into my life. Standing at about 5 foot, Amya was everything I could ask for. Black hair that stopped at her shoulders. A slim 34 year old body that was very toned. She had.