When he finally passed out, I tried to focus my attention on my laptop, as I sipped a nice margarita…Suddenly I felt the urge to use a toilet. I saw...a long queue already forming in front of the bathroom at the tail section.I thought that should be more than this toilet in the plane.I was flying on first class; so I went down the aisles through some other compartments where things did not look any better.I finally went to the business class section.Then I might be look somehow lost; because an. He doesn't even try to talk to me. I think something happened between us but I can't remember what. All I know is he and his gang keep me at a distance. But if looks could kill, I'd be dead meat. I wonder why they're so scared of me.Fuck them! Anyway, Jefri was cute at first and it was fun going out with someone with plenty of money. He liked to act like he was Malaysia's Michael Jackson. His father was a datuk and rich and Jefri spent money like there was no tomorrow. But soon he began to. I dug my fingers into her rump, my balls soaked in the juices leaking out of her pussy. She was so wet. So hot and ready to be bred.I stared up into her dark eyes. Her bleached-blonde hair danced about her face. She looked so beautiful. I could see Zoey and Alicia in her face. Even Melody and Lee. She shuddered, her pussy squeezing tight about me as she slammed her cunt down my shaft. Then she rose up.“Yes!” I growled and laid claim to my mother's fertile pussy.I came in her.“Master!” she. I kept it secret for three years but I have to get itout. Read "My Blonde Experience" and this takes place three monthslater. I had to swallow my pride for taking ahorrible beating at the hands of this cute blonde but he also took a horriblebeating at my hands. I wanted to contact him so bad so a couple of months afterour match I called him up and demanded a rematch. At first he hesitated becausehe knew the pain he went thru himself but then he agreed. We had one month totrain and get.