I exited and walked back quickly to my seat.Jenny was now awake and reading the in-flight magazine. David was sitting in his seat, drinking an orange ...uice."Are you okay, Rachel? You must have slept on your side of your face. Your chin looks so red?" she asked me."I am fine. I hate flying, so I had to run to the toilet to bring up," I lied, feeling a little guilty for what had transpired."Poor thing," she replied.I sat back in my seat as David and Jenny spoke in the background. I was tired but. I tapped the underside and yelped.“Good slut. You can do this.”The vibrator continued to purr. She stroked intently on her clit and down inside her beautiful lips, then back to her clit. I tapped again. And again. Then, I lifted my cock with the hot glass. This was the worst pain yet. But I began the slow roll. Searing pain enveloped my cock as I rolled all the way down. Then back up. “You know that your cock is only good for me to torture. It’s worthless otherwise. Say it. Say ‘Mistress, my. I was fine and took my time, feeling divine. I had tightly curled blond hair that gave me a pixie look, me being only 5 feet 2, and eyes of blue, coochy, coochy, coochy, coo. I was by no means thin, but most men savored the curvy meat I had to offer. My legs were long for my height, with great curves and small feet in ballerina slippers. And I loved to skip along the street singing ditties to every man I met. Or the women, come to that. I loved tickling pussy. Yours or mine. Mine was a tickled. “Frode, shouldn’t the women be back already? Do you know where they went?”“I ... I don’t know exactly. It had something to do with some missing working girls, if I understood correctly. Their matron was worried, because she was sure that the girls wouldn’t leave without telling her. After all, she makes sure that her girls are free to go if they need to.”Frode took a short pause which was long enough to turn my stomach in knots.“Oh, they talked with Hanna about it. She should know more!”I was.