After pumping up the gag a little she got a good laugh out of the way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass cheeks and the crack of my ass. Final...y she changed to a small paint brush, one of the most devious tickle torture implements we had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully fill my mouth and let me know that she hadn't forgot about my feet and toes. When she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn't think straight, I couldn't scream through the gag and I couldn't. Stroking myself. I am as hard as a rock and throbbing. I am wishing that it was my cock, instead of her fingers, that was thrusting in and out of her swollen pussy. I wish it was me that was making her moan with ecstasy. With my hand moving faster and faster along its shaft, and the other hand caressing my testicles, I look back at the beautiful woman pleasuring herself in front of me. Her fingers are moving faster. In and out. Deeper and deeper. Now with her other hand on the inside of her. I'd picked up a paperback book at the airport kiosk but found it didn't hold my attention; it was a fairly routine thriller, but my mind kept returning to the real-live one in which I was so deeply immersed and I couldn't concentrate on it. With nothing else to do except look at cloud formations out the plane window I started up a conversation with Susan."How the hell did you wind up in, well, I mean doing what you used to do?" I asked."Whoring?" she said. "How'd a nice girl like me wind up in. "Mmmmm" Tina moaned as her own hands moved over my body sliding under my shirt to touch and feel the man she wanted.I slid one of my hands up her tee shirt to cup one of those lovely breasts that had me so mesmerised earlier this afternoon, feeling warm softness tipped with a firmly erect nipple pressing through the material of her bra. A perfect handful as some men put it, or perhaps a perfect fit. Our lips met again and our tongues entwined as our movements became quicker and more direct as.