She has streaks of wetness down her legs. I touch her pussy and it is sopping wet. For this I spank her pussy. Hard smacks result in more wetness, wit... every smack of my hand she gets wetter.Since I control her and her punishments are making her hornier I only have one trick left up my sleeve — orgasm denial. I grab her ankles and push my cock into her, slowly then faster and as she approaches her orgasm, I slow down almost to a stop. The pain on her face is my reward, more gratifying than. The Captain of our craft ordered gun crews to the rifle turrets. I thought it unlikely that any fire from them would be effective but no doubt the sight of the gun barrels swivelling in their mounts would be a signal to any troops that we were at least alert to the possibility of attack.As the dirigible nosed towards the landing tower the quiet thrum of the motors eased for the first time in our flight. The calls of the landing crew below us on the field could be clearly heard as the teams,. .. and it's 'Neil', Shirley!" Bev said goodbye, grinned at Shirley, and then walked towards the entrance.The in-store cafeteria was still quite busy, but they found a table and sat opposite each other with their coffees. Shirley was still a little overwhelmed ... she remembered all those times in her teens when she lay on her bed looking up at the images of the same, only much younger, face on her bedroom walls. Even back then she couldn't imagine ever meeting him in person; let alone what. Neither were aware. Gently, he stroked her woman’s flesh. She saw stars. Thoughts of her filled his mind. How soft and velvety and creamy she felt. It was enough to cause him to lose control right then. He noticed her little gasps as he dipped first one finger, then two into her depths and sliding them out again found her clit. The sweet torment was too much. She was squirming on the edge of the sink, on the edge of ecstacy. He put his face in her dress. Used his tongue like she had never known.