In the background is the gentle jazz of George Benson wafting about the apartment, snaking its way into her space. The door is open, she is alone, for...now. It has taken many years for Beth to realize who she is and what she wants from her life. She has worked at many careers, the latest being the owner of a small curio and gift shop on the main street of a small coastal British Columbia town. The store keeps her busy, but not so much that she cannot enjoy her many pleasures. It also offers her. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a flight attendant coming down the aisle with a drink cart and he stopped fingering her although by the look he got as she passed he assured himself that she knew what he and Mary were doing. The cart now well past their row he started back on her pussy, one finger now rubbing on her clit until he felt her body shudder with an orgasm. She squeezed her legs tightly together trapping his hand then she sat up and leaned over and kissed his cheek. The kissing. I felt proud to be taking the punishment without tears. He paused once and massaged my asshole again. He applied lube on the outside and inside of the tight passageway and then I saw him lubing up the plug. He pressed two fingers inside me and moved his fingers back and forth. I knew the plug was next, so I relaxed as he pressed it all the way in. He spanked it home and that seemed to amuse him. "I want this to stay in, Slut. Make sure you hold it in." "Yes, Sir." I felt the belt slide along. The slap is hard, unexpected and Erika yelps. I start slapping each of her titties. After a few slaps I run my hands down her stomach and run my finger insider her panties. I stick two fingers inside her and start slowly going in and out. I speed up a little then slow down, speed up then slow down. Erika bites her lower lip and reaches forward, slides her panties down and spreads her legs a little wider. I finger fuck her for a few minutes, always slowing down and speeding up. My other fingers.