Somehow, he knew she couldn't be tamed. She was sexy beyond belief.After she invited him for dinner, with the little physical gesture, she said "Let's...have a beer, and I'll show you the rest of the house." They walked around, and she talked freely about why she loved the place, and her pleasure in seeming to be back home again, in this wilderness she had grown up with. From the bedroom, she pointed out a couple of trails he hadn't known about, and the one he had used. She seemed to have decided. He is always good with aftercare, but he took no nonsense approach and did not like it when I was being rude. I could be very domineering sometimes and that does not go well if you are a submissive. But he still continued to train me even when I really kept messing my day up by not using proper honorifics, I sometimes forgot to say thank you when he gave me special pleasure gifts to enjoy. Sometimes I would forget to say “Yes, Sir,” when he told me what he wanted me to do.He didn't require me. A commuter jet full of hard cocks, aroused by your raw sex on a Friday night.The terminal is packed as you get off the escalator, and soon all eyes are onyour leggy, musky entrance there, with a few of the bolder, older remora fishfrom the plane offering to help get your bag, buy you a drink or drive you toyour hotel.You have no luggage and you have a lift you nervously tell them. Your juicesflow afresh, excited further by all the old, horny, sweaty suits touching yourarm, brushing their. This reminds me that you are there and I have a tingle move through me knowing you are watching me as I lie naked in front of another man and that you are watching his hands move across and into my oiled muscle groups. As my body warms with this idea, a sensation becomes clear to me. I can feel skin when he passes my hands or feet, but it is more than just his hands or arms and I realize as he moves around me and reaches across me that his body is naked as well.He obviously knows what he is.