It wasn't Celtic knot work but damn close. I congratulated myself for being so close and wondered if the clitoral hood piercing I was now imagining ha... any basis in reality. She caught me checking her out and smiled. "See something you like?" She asked coyly with a hint of annoyance as if my staring was an invasion she just wasn't in the mood to entertain. "Yes thank you," i replied. "Just the best seat on the plane," and took the aisle seat in her row sliding my carry-on under the seat in. “It was,” Gaye said “very revealing,” she told him “You would be happy seeing me in pain then… really in pain!” he said he would, said it was a big turn on, and to think men could watch her being used was awesome, the icing on that cake, being an income from their enjoyment though he said he would have added lesbianism, which he also thought “may also be erotically exciting.” One of the things she questioned was why they had never tried anal sex, or pee, saying, “if you had wanted too I would. So the island priests say, and no one, except for the insane President-for-Life Fetuano, has ever contested their will. The priests supposedly stay out of local politics too, but don't confuse them with pacifists. Push them hard, and they'll push you back even harder ... usually in the dead of night when you're all alone. Those ancient Polynesian pointed spears that they carry aren't entirely for show.The first revolution was mostly a benign one ... relatively speaking. A bunch of unemployed. Just when she thought she could catch her breath, Zorg pushed back in.“EEEEEEEHHHHH,” she screamed, “OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW,” her pussy was forced open and closed rapidly as four ridges of kock were pushed in her pussy. Two more inches of kock was forced into her pussy, stretching her pussy in places that had never been reached before. She now had over eight inches of kock inside her.“AAAGG, AAAGGG,” she puffed, unable to breathe. She braced herself when she felt Zorg begin to pull his kock out of.