Wendy tried to appear unphased, running her fingers through her hair, saying really, you both think I'm hot. He replied, well Tyler has a good eye for...spotting women who like to play on the other side of the tracks. Wendy asked Don what he meant. Don explained; Tyler likes to find hot white women who don't mind trying a bit of young black cock. Just like you hope to hook us up with a something we like we can do the same for you.Wendy went through her usual questions with Don giving some. Another oddity I noticed were its wing tips... the final foot or two of which were bent 90 degrees upward, probably for some aeronautical reason but to my uneducated eye giving it a pleasingly rakish appearance. The rear door was open, its fold-down steps extended and a noisy auxiliary power cart connected to it. Pulling up behind the aircraft's wing, Annie said, "Come on, I'll give you quick tour of my office."As we stepped out of the car, a young man dressed in white coveralls appeared in the. ? Not even her boyfriendshad done as much.? Nor had they ever madeher feel so good before.? The humiliationof being in such an obscene position before a stranger somehow clouded theissue of the pleasure he was extracting from her body. She feltthe edge of his hand slide between her cheeks, sliding up and down, his handsmoving over her ass cheeks, down between her thighs and back up her pussy.? ?Eeeh,? she moaned in pleasure, her assrising up and down.? He kept one hand onher back, keeping her. I licked and sucked and stroked, feeling the delicate thin skin across my lips, the fat spongy head against my tongue. And in a moment of uncontrolled passion I pushed harder, forcing his bulb into the back of my mouth, into my throat, gagging and choking, tears spilling from my eyes as I coughed spittle onto his swinging ball sack. And for all that I was focused on sucking his cock I was stroking my own furiously, urgently. My erection, furious and angry for so much of the night had dwindled.