I hear the sound of a drawer opening. A minute later, something cold and hard pressed against my balls. It was a vibrator and it turned on, stimulatin... my balls and taint. I moaned a little and she rubbed the vibrator along the edge of my cock and around the tip."Do you like that, slave?" Hell yeah," I said.The sting of the riding crop on my ass cheek reminded me that I forgot to say it correctly."I mean, yes Mistress." Better, slave."She rubbed the vibrator around my inner thigh, along my ass. In college, I entered many beauty contests and did fairly well, enough to earn scholarship money. As I passed his aisle seat, I made sure to brush by his arm. After a few passes, I noticed that he was moving his arm further out into the aisle. At one point, I stopped at his seat and reached into the overhead bin to adjust carry-on baggage, as good an excuse as any. My thighs were so close to his face, he got a generous eyeful of my stocking-clad legs. My pussy, practically in his face, was. On a leash behind her was afemale slave. The slave was fiercely bound and gagged and trembling.The leash was attached to her clit and was taut as the slave was closelyhobbled and in tears."Emily, tell us why you have this wailing slave with you this evening." I'd be glad to Master Rick," replied Mistress Emily."This ungrateful wench nagged me for a year to have her breastsaugmented. I finally agreed and now she is saying she is too afraid andmy requirement is too extreme. I ask you, is an. Before he could grab the box, I got my arms around it and heaved it offthe table. "That's mine."The furniture guy scowled at me. "Yeah? So what did you pay for it?" She gave it to me."That got me a grunt in reply. "Sure she did. Hand it over before I callthe cops."In about a hundred visits to the Treasure Palace, I had never seen anykind of security, so that probably wasn't as scary as the guy wanted.Instead of giving him the box I just hugged it up against me andstarted for the door. If he.