I lift them up and notice that one of them has a note written on it. I couldn’t help but notice the rather excessive bulge in your pants as I offere... you your drink. If you’re interested in getting seconds, watch for me to use the rear restroom across from you during the flight. I’ll leave the door open, and be ready to go. - Susie Just seconds after finishing the note, I catch you staring back at me with lust in your eyes, and I can’t help but grow another inch or two in my pants. I’ve grown. She wasn’t turning it into a sexual exhibition. She didn’t touch her breasts or pussy. She acted just like a 70s go-go dancer, albeit one with clothes on. But the experience was still making her arousal increase, and she thought that maybe some part of her new-found slave psyche relished the exhibitionism.She had a quick flash to Scott’s comment that morning about the way she dressed, and what he might have her wear when they went out for an evening. The thought struck her that she would. The darkness seemed to hold me.I tried to take a deep breath, to wake up. My lungs seemed to resist. There was pain in my back and shoulders. It started to fade, but I still couldn't breathe. With a sudden gasp, my lungs opened up, and I drew in a deep shuddering breath.A strange feeling ran through my body, and I suddenly realized I was laying on my back. My eyes were open and fluttering, but for a moment they didn't want to see. My vision cleared, and oddly, I was staring up at street. Having already cum twice, cumming was nearly impossible, but that didn’t matter. Fucking Mrs. Rooney to her own explosive orgasm was all the fulfillment the young, but experienced lover needed. And so, the night ended with two very happy women and one very happy guy. After Francine Doyle bid them both a good night, Margaret Rooney filled in all the blanks regarding why the two of them were together in the first place. After she finished, it all made perfect sense to Vic.Like Mrs. Rooney,.