So there I was, coolly sitting in first class, sipping champagne watching the passengers go by. I’ll admit I’m a people-watcher. I love to watch ...eople and take great delight in the diversity they present. Whether you’re a man or woman, you’ve probably experienced this yourself – an attractive person walks by, you share momentary eye contact and there’s an immediate connection. She was a pretty, young, black woman, plainly dressed in a white golf shirt and khakis. Her hair fell softly in. As you get closer you stand and put me on my knees in front of you. you have a hand full of hair and a hand wrapped around the back of my head. now youve started to slowly rock back and forth making my face your pretend pussy and fucking it like your job. i start to gag and you hold your cock in the back of my throat. You can feel my throat clinch down on you cock you love the spit running down the front of my body. You take your cock out of my mouth bend me over and shove your cock in my tight. She was deaf, mute and all alone in her own silent world. The more I read, the clearer things became. Well now, that’s not quite true. Nothing was really any clearer, but there were fewer holes in this mystery. It seemed that my silent friend was Lisa McHenry. She was twenty-nine years old, the same age as I. It appeared that Boston’s finest found her wandering around the business district the other night. She had no ID on her, no wallet, no purse, and no money. They considered her a homeless. "“I loved it; I want you to speak to him, even when I am here.”I was still blushing as I told my husband that Gary wanted me to go online, now!“Well, go; get sexy with your online lover.”I ran upstairs and opened my laptop. I realized that I was wearing a plain bra and thong. My master would want me in sexy lingerie, so I quickly stripped naked and changed my lingerie, knowing that the clock was ticking. It was seven minutes before I logged on, I was late and I knew that I would be.