“Our little fucking bitch was perfect! I’m so proud of her. I lost count of the number of times she was fucked in her cunt and ass, sucked off coc..., and had her face and tits creamed. Plus, she definitely loves to lick pussy!”Thor grasped the wires still attached to her nipples and pussy lips. He kept constant pressure on them, causing her to wince again. He placed the head of his monstrous cock in her hole and shoved it in. She moaned in pleasurable pain as Thor began to fuck her. She felt. I guess it's not for him. Or he's listening to amessage coming from beneath his belt. And this one is for him.He takes my wrist, firmly, having made a decision. He jerks me alongbehind him. Into the living room we go. "How do you want to do this?" You can sit down," I suggest.He does. On the couch. I take a pillow from the love-seat and put it onthe floor between his legs, which he's obligingly parted. He yanks downhis zipper, like he's going to take a pee. I back out of my sandals andkneel on. . you've told me." He was looking into her eyes. He took a sip from his cup, still holding her glance.She looked down.He set his cup back on the saucer. "Prove it." She looked up at him, a question in her eyes. "Prove it," he repeated. His voice was low, quiet.Her hands started to shake. "Conrad, no... I..." She looked over at the barista. She was doing something with the espresso machine, paying Hannah no attention."Prove it."Hannah drew in a shaky breath. Her hand clutched the hem of her. The attendant working the first class section was a frosted blonde in her 30's. Just like the slogan said, she loved to fly and it showed. More than once I checked her out to watch her bend as she served drinks and to stretch as she reached for pillows and blankets from the overhead. She was almost as much of a turnon as my seatmate.Shortly after, we were on our way.Lynn and I continued to talk and to laugh and I continued to sneak looks at her crossed legs when not staring into her gorgeous.