The pain between her legs had become a constant, throbbing heat. Each blow of the belt blossomed the hot radiate of pain throughout her. She thrashed ...bout to no avail with her arms held over her head and her legs held wide open she could do nothing. Sandra didn't know how long the beating had continued, how long she was laying in this prone state with three sets of eyes leering at her most personal womanhood. She didn't know when she felt the change, but it was fast and involuntary. Another. We crossed the bridge and walked along the Lakeshore as she dropped the phone back into her purse.“So where are we going?” she asked.“I think we need to have some lunch, and then we will see where we end up,” I said with no solid plan in mind other than spending time with her.She turned me towards her and kissed me again while she pushed her hips against my body and ground my erection between us.“I think I need to have you for lunch, and I know where we will end up,” she growled.I chuckled and. I was on a private jet with Liam Hale.I pushed all thoughts of my shitty job to the back of my mind and focused on the feel of his arms around me. I adjusted myself against him, pushing back against the erection that I could feel through my coat.“Would you like to join the mile-high club?” he whispered, brushing my hair back and peeling off my scarf.I took a deep breath and nodded, my pussy already wet. He led me towards the tiny cabin at the back a few moments later. The air hostess briefly. It felt enlarged and was swollen, obviously from excitement-something like a concentrated nerve ending.I rubbed more and more. My legs were as wide as I could open them while driving to take in my fingers. My pussy was damp and a clear wet spot appeared in my shorts. The spandex was restricting. They were too tight to create an opening on the side. I went for second best and I pushed my finger into the spandex covering the entrance to my pussy. The spandex gave but I could not get deep enough..