When they returned my call, using my R21 designation, I felt a lot better.“U.S. Mustang R21 asking for permission to land,” I said again, noticing...some other planes in the air below me.“Your name, R21?”“Rider,” I said, “Captain Joe Rider, AAF. What’s the problem?”“Getting a bit crowded. May have to divert you; some Spits low on fuel. Stand by R21.”When he came back the question was how much fuel I had left and when I told him about 30 minutes, he said I was fifth in line and to keep circling.. "I... Yes, Mistress Tate." I'm sure you'd come anyway," she laughed. "Now, if I see any moresigns of you jerking off without my permission, there will be seriousconsequences. Do you understand?" Yes, Mistress Tate." And don't think you're not being punished for sniffing my panties,little missy, because you are," she added. "You'll find that out whenyou ask for my permission to masturbate."Besides being fun, this sort of treatment proved very effective. Heenjoyed the humiliation of being mocked. I discovered the joys of flashing when I came across a guy having a wank as I approached him down a path in our local park. I don't think he was prepared for my slowing down, or lifting of my school uniform dress, to show my lack of underwear, and bald pussy, or for our eventual walk into the undergrowth, where he successfully tore open my hymen and filled my pussy with his semen.Flashing became my vocation, not just doing it, but doing it in such a way, my innocence made it all the more. I'd bet he doesn't like sloppy seconds!"Her brother asked, "Well then, how are you going to get your boyfriend in your pants just before bedtime?"She punched him in the arm, "His isn't the only cock I'd like to have cum in me." Who else?" YOU, silly! I love you and you're very available. Will you do me tonight just before bedtime?" Shit yes!!"That night her brother pumped a big load of stored up semen in her as she lay in her bed. Both of them regretted that it had to be a quickie. She stayed.