She made me cum in my pants at least seven time during that flight and at least once I think I was a little vocal (grunting) and think several people ...ight have noticed something was up. At one point after the forth, fifth or sixth time, I had to go pee but there was a huge wet patch on the thigh of my jeans. But I had to go. I was so embarrassed to walk down the aisle, trying to hide it with my hand. Needless to say, by the time we landed, it truly looked like I had pissed myself as I had to. Sam immediately grabbed my hand and walked with me, not saying anything but just walking with me. We eventually sat and I practiced aloud.My interpretation was completely different than what I had rehearsed with Ms. Streeter. I could feel what was going on in the poem. When I finished my recitation, Sam was openly weeping. I guess I was, too."Brian Frost," the lead judge called me to the podium. I took my papers with me to the podium, then ignored them."Fair Trade, by Nat Hart," I said. A simple switch flip fixed this however and the room lit up to reveal a mirror and very small sink and toilet both fitting to the dingy gray of the room. His quarters was one of three this size and were the second most spacious on board, the captains being able to fit a toilet, sink and a desk. It wasn’t that the ship was small, but every inch of space was needed for living quarters, work area or the slew of onboard systems necessary to keep it afloat. After a rough shave the man threw on his. His hand was slick with precum and slid around my cock head and shaft with ease sending pulses of pleasure over me. He lowered his head and knelt again as he held my cock, looked up into my eyes and gently placed the head into his mouth. He savoured the taste and moaned slightly and then went further and started to suck back and forth on my hard throbbing cock. It felt SO amazing. He would go back and forth and back forth and back and forth maybe 20 times. His hands were on his cock, but.