Stopping only on the one or two occasions an air hostess walked by. I could see her starting to enjoy it more, closing her eyes and pushing back into ...he seat. I could tell she was getting close, and doing well not to make any noise. She normally makes quite a lot. She tensed up grabbing the arm rests and shook several times as she orgasmed, pushing back more into her chair. I stopped rubbing when she sat forward and grabbed my wrist, knowing she could not take any more. She relaxed back into. I never wanted to stop kissing. At that point in my life I masturbated probably two or three times a day at minimum. Somedays I just let myself have it all afternoon. Being a latchkey k** and all. So I really only thought I wanted sex, but then I dove into his mouth and never wanted to come out. Light came in through the window and I would open my eyes for just a moment to glimpse him, afraid he'd stop if he saw my eyes. But his remained closed, and I stole more and more glances, astounded that. I turned towards her and we kissed. And the kiss felt so wonderfulbecause somehow, I knew in my dream that Lisa both loved me, andendorsed the woman I had become. Next, Lisa had me face the mirroragain. Instinctively I knew to lift my long hair up and out of theway. As I did, Lisa placed a silver band around my neck. But the bandwas not a neckless, it was a solid silver collar that she locked atthe rear. Lowing my hair, I let my hand drift to the ring at the frontof the collar and smiled at my. It felt good to be able to sleep in on Saturdays. Two weeks of crazy sex and powerful feelings, while still trying to hold down the day job. I couldn't keep doing this, but damn it was a lot of fun even if it did kill me.Kristen was obviously in the shower, cleaning herself up after she had kept me up last night. She had gotten home late from work and pretty much jumped on me in the kitchen, demanding that her Master take care of her and was there anything she could do to please me. She was.