She was looking so sexy lying there, in her skimpiest bikini she owned. It was white and didn’t do a real good job of concealing her. We had the poo... to ourselves on this day, and we were going to take advantage of it. After three or more margaritas she got to feeling really frisky. I looked over, and she had taken off her bikini top. She was so fucking hot, and my cock started to stir in my shorts. I looked over to her and said, “You keep that up and you may not get a chance to go inside. I want to feel your little panties and have some fun with you."The dazed teenager opened the car door and got in."Now tell me, little girl. What's your name?" Trina", she answered."And how old are you, Trina?" Eighteen." Oh, that's nice" he said, "I like eighteen. Eighteen is my lucky number, well it is today. Now, Trina, I would like to peek up your skirt and see your panties. Now, be a good little girl and lift up your skirt and show me what's going on under there."The pretty girl reached. When all the formalities were completed, Mikoyan lead them inside.All of a sudden the big relay switches let out a metalic clank and the floodlights came on. Revealed in the centre of the hanger was a sleek jet fighter finished in all over silver.Mikoyan looked like a magician pulling a rabbit out of the hat. Some of his staff clapped, as if they'd never seen it before."Projekt Ye-5," he announced, "the new lightweight interceptor for the Air Force, pending official approval." John nodded and. ?Master! Stop! Master, please, please stop!?The pain dropped back to a growling burn in an instant, and Jack went slack with relief as a sob escaped. ?See how easy that was pet? How satisfying it is to be good? Now, say it again.?Jack sobbed at his weakness. The pause caused his torturer to grasp and twist his balls again. ?MASTER!? he shrieked.His master smiled, satisfied. The table tilted again, past even to where Jack was now upright. Blood rushed from his face, and he gasped for air like he.