We see women humiliated, bound, gagged, and consistently disrespected. We see them used and abused. We watch them treated as nothing more than wanting...holes for the purpose of relieving unrestrained and out-of-control carnal desire. We consider whether she approves of this, or even enjoys it. Perhaps she is willfully playing the part. Perhaps, you think, because of some combination of vanity and arousal, she eagerly volunteers to be beaten and humiliated for your pleasure. But if you believe. Pet did as I said and I went around behind her. I pulled apart her asscheeks and spit onto her asshole (something I had seen in many porn flicks and always wanted to try!) to lube her up. I probed her asshole with my finger to open her up a bit before I pushed into her. "Ohhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhhh" she moaned as my finger entered her. As I felt her opening up and the clasping of my one finger lessened, I introduced a second one and began twisting the two in circles inside her anus. "OHHHGODDD!!". ’ And for the next half-hour, I kept you right on the edge of climax. Finally, when all the lights were dimmed and the rest of the passengers in the cabin had settled down, you moved up off of your seat and slid past me, you gave me a quick kiss as you passed (I reminded you that whores never kiss their clients) and then you quickly sat in Richard’s seat directly behind me. After I took a quick look around, I moved between our seats into the gap – where I could and did see every single thing. She had lovely soft lips, and we extended the kiss but there was something missing. I backed away.“What’s the matter?” she asked.“I’m sorry, this is wrong.”I looked at her once more, leaving her a little dismayed and left my glass on the side. I went into the cool Roman night air and hailed a taxi.Elizabeth and I had never talked about us being an item or even in a relationship. I guess there had been an unspoken understanding that we were single and free to see who we wished, but when it came.