You always suspectedshe was more than "just friends" with Tim, that their frequent luncheswere at least a titillating flirtation, at worst something y...u didn't wantto think about. How many arguments did the two of you have about thoselunches, how bitterly did you accuse her and how vehemently anddisdainfully did she deny what you suspected? Now you find that the worst of your suspicions were true, that you wereright all along. If this were another lifetime, if you were a differentperson, there. The reader is probably thinking one of two things: either that I was being a manipulative bastard, or that I was being a wuss for doing things like jumping along in meadows when I should be fucking girls in mid air. Towards the first, I say that every guy has to have something to back up his game, whether it is a nice car or a nice voice. I don't really have either, so I think using flight is fair. Towards the second: be patient.The first time I actually had sex in the air, it was by accident.. A few moments later she heard another door open as she followed him and than they were outside. Callie felt sharp pebbled dig into her hands and knees as she crawled after Master. Callie couldnt tell if there were people around to see them. She could only imagine what they must look like. Her on her hands and knees, blindfolded, gagged, and clamps on her nipples being led on a leash by a man that was well over 6 feet tall. When they finally stopped Callie heard a click and then another door. I moved my hand back to my cock and slowly started moving it up and down the shaft. I was enjoyed the feeling and my cock seemed to be getting even harder. I was relaxed and enjoying playing with my hard cock when I heard the door open and close as someone entered the booth to my right. I looked through the hole to see if I could catch a glimpse of the man. Unfortunately all I could see through the hole was his waist. When he lowered his pants I couldn’t see a tan line so it seemed like he.