‘I’m stroking myself with my fingertips on the outside of my jeans,’ I told them as I stood up and cleared the headset wires. ‘I’m standing ...ow, unbuckling my belt…’I was interrupted by a squeal of feminine approval–no translation necessary.‘Undoing snap and reaching for my zipper… pulling it down slowly… white V of my cotton briefs becoming visible…’Aaifia sighed softly and then continued almost in a whisper for Igzi.‘My jeans have fallen to the floor… stepping out of them… now placing my. I had just finished flying lessons and got a license when old Burt crashed his Model A into a tree and broke both legs,” Crash said and then continued.“Burt charged me a dollar a lesson and I had to put gas in the plane. A lesson was an hour; the plane used 75 cents in gas. He had a contact with the post office that had to be kept. Burt begged Dad to let me fly the route until school started; I got 2 dollars a day. Thought I was a millionaire,” Crash said.“I flew B17s while bombing France and. The contract he'd signed three months beforehand had made it clear what we both could and could not do, and it was all I needed.He'd told me what he wanted the other week, when he wasn't aroused. That's how I knew he meant it. He said how he'd never seen any of his hour-long BDSM videos all the way through. He always ended up wanking, only a few minutes into one. He has no self control, that's one of his problems. No self restraint. But I can easily control him. Restrain him. Of course, he. Sucking on one, I use my hand to stroke and pinch the other. She feels herself growing wet as her nipples become erect. " Mmmmm, yes, lover, I knew you needed a good lay. Just look at those titties...so hard. You are so tasty. But, lets see what else you like..."Turning back, I lean over the bed and pull a vibrator from my bag. Turning it on, I slowly rub it across her stomach. Another moan escapes from her as the feel of the vibrator on her skin releases her inner animal. ".