Well it has to go better than last time right My Bitch?" she saysand I nod, blushing. "Now.. you can do some work for me first.. legsapart..."I want t... protest, say I can't, but she pulls out what looks like a paperknife and pushes it through the taught material of the skirt and yanks itdown, till my legs are free..."Now.. sit at that stool and work for me," she says pointing to anuncomfortable stool in the corner. "And there's a little something for youto eat as well.... My Bitch..." Thank you. The flight is under three hours, so it not bad. You ask if I want my tablet to play with when the safe sign comes on and I readily agree.The flight attendant comes around asking what we would like to drink. You tell her just a bottle of water for me, but a scotch on the rocks for you. I pout a little at this. But when our drinks come, you repeatedly dip your finger in your drink and bring it to my lips to suck dry. I end up having as much as of your drink as you did, and you got to enjoy me. He makes a small noise.His snoring has stopped. I don’t know if he’s awakeyet.He’s awake. He clears his throat and puts his hand onmy head. “Wow, hon!” is all he can think of to say. Ismile as best I can and start sliding my mouth up anddown his shaft, as far as I can. It’s isn’t far. Mymouth is small. My hand goes to his shaft and I strokehim as my head moves. I know what he likes. Quicklittle techniques. My tongue pressing towards the top of my mouth. For us there is nothing we both enjoy more than some interaction with some receptive voyeur. Recalling the memories is very much a turn-on for us.This was our second visit to the vibrant town of Puerto Banus in recent years, a paradise for voyeurs and exhibitionists, and partly the reason we had come here again. There were so many great looking women parading the busy quay-side walks and side streets in flimsy or revealing attire day and night. Some may have been high class hookers, but mostly.