Then he suddenly withdrew and lifted me as if I was a feather and placed me on the couch in a sitting position, grabbed my ankles and threw them up by...my shoulders and ordered me to take his cock and shove it inside me. His girth was enormous but I was so wet I could have gotten a baseball bat in there. He penetrated me and slowly with each stroke penetrated deeper as I screamed with each stroke. His rhythm increased. I relaxed and produced so much lubrication I offered no more resistance. No. Then she pushed me back on the bed. "An arrangement in which I'd be your mistress for the weekend." "I don't..," I started, but I didn't finish the sentence as I suddenly did remember. A groan escaped my lips. Shit, what had I gotten myself into? I wasn't even really into that kind of thing, right? "Get your clothes back off. There'll be no need for them." "I don't even know your name." "You don't need to. You'll be calling me Mistress, after all," she spoke, bowing over to the ground, where a. I thought about what she had said earlier, about how she would try to do it in public. I thought about some of her hints - her peeping at the couple in the office, her willingness at the Halloween party, her ass being fucked at the promotion party and so on. I came to the idea I had to take my chances here and now, on this airline flight. I looked around. Carl was sleeping as well, with his Playboy on his lap. His face leaned to the window, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by the cool. As I rubbed my now very stiff seven inches faster and harder I could feel that I was coming, checking that she was still looking on, and hoping that no one else would hear, I let out a quiet groan of satisfaction as I erupted over my own hand. Seconds later I saw light in the tear as the eye vanished. I now felt that I was due a look back at her in return and so took up position. I think she had been waiting for me because as soon as I looked through the hole she looked away as if to pretend.