The large airplane hanger was all rusted over and the runway had grass growing up through it. Niether had been used in some time it seemed.Mrs. Sung ...i led us out into the field telling us it was an old World War 2 runway used by the Japanese. As we got closer to the hanger we could hear a large crowd inside. We followed them in. I'd never been in an airplane hanger before, it was huge. Out in the middle was a large crowd of people cheering, watching two men in a ring boxing. Actually. “I’ve had complaints from several customers that you were banging the table with… inappropriate gestures. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” You give him that disarmingly beautiful smile and say, “Oh I’m so sorry! I was reaching down to grab something out of my purse, and must have been banging against the table. Isn’t that right baby?” I clear my throat. “Uh, um, yes. She needed, uh, her phone?” My head is still reeling, and the smell of sex is clearly present around our table. Your phone. Very much," came another strained reply.Then Mandy knelt down in front of him. As always, she wanted more. Reaching for his belt she released it. When the button holding the waistband released, his pants fell to the floor. His white briefs were all that was hiding her treasure.She stood up again and kissed him. When she asked him if he loved her, his very soft reply was, "Very much."More than I've ever loved anyone ... EVER!"Mandy reached in through the slit at the front of his briefs and. The only question left to know is if she'd actually do what I ask once I tell her. If she can look past the odd nature of my request and satisfy what I crave from her."In here or someplace else?"I look at her dumbly, mentally too buzzed to react to her question."You want to get your freak on in the car or someplace else?" Someplace else." I whisper, gaining slightly my senses."Ok, but your paying for the room as well."I nod, then allow her to direct me a couple blocks until we arrive at a.