My entire bulge was now rubbing against Amanda's tight ass, it felt great. I leaned in and more or less whispered"I prefer to massage your shoulders."...he looked to her left as if she was making an effort to look at me while talking and said"Me too."Her mouth formed a seductive smile.That's when I was confident she had most certainly noticed my bulge pocking her fine ass.I moved my hands up from her hips to her shoulders and continuing massaging them, this time however I slid my fingers. She saw the slight mound of Sindy’s cunt and her cunt hair.And Sindy’s panties were moist.They were wet where the fabric was sucked into the flight attendant’s cunt lips.Miranda licked her lips, turned her mouth toward a creamy thigh, snaking her tongue out. She licked at the sugary sweet thigh flesh, running her tongue up… up… to the lacy edges of Sindy’s panties.A shudder went through Miranda.Longed to feel the softness of this hot cunt, and taste the sweetness of a silky haired pussy.. She would really feel these when she walked for the next few days. Her sobs decreased some when the spanking stopped until he fingered her sore clitoris. He rubbed her bottom a few times, used a hand towel to wipe her face and let her blow her nose, and then he told her he would return in one hour, and he left the room. He knew the soreness would set in and her bottom would be very tender for the next part of the punishment. He returned to the room, surveyed the implements on the wall. He. ”“So, what do you ship?”“Shipping is where our roots are. I have this office only so I can look out each day on what my father gave his life for. But times change. My father worked for the union. We have our own security company here and contract for many different jobs. Sometimes, your father goes out to assess a warehouse and recommend an alarm system. Sometimes he walks a step behind a politician to make sure there are no threats coming toward him or he is standing on a rooftop with.