All was not lost! He still had faith! Kneeling up straight again and taking a deep breath, I balled the cloth in my fist and held it tightly. "Sir," I...began, concentrating on his eyes. This was not how I envisaged my confession. "I have been guilty of a so many things." "Go on, pet." He called me 'pet'! "Yes, Sir. I um," I said, hesitating. It didn't sound right. Then it dawned on me. "This girl is guilty of d... disobeying you. You made it plain she was to submit to whom you chose. Th... This. Eventually, I located it (with the help of a waitress, who didn't speak much English), went in, and found a stall.A normal person would have used the urinals, but not me. I was very shy – I wasn't going to chance that a pervert could walk in and see 'ol bobby (I nicknamed by dick). The chances were diminutive... but still. No.I was pulling out my 7 inches, and I heard someone else walk in. I thought nothing of it, and started peeing. 'Lala la lala' my mind went. Peeing is one of those. He opened the cockpit door and let them know everything was secure before taking his seat and buckling in. I looked over at Faith to catch her yawning. “Are you alright sweetie?”She looked over at me and smiled. “Sorry Scarlett, I guess the lack of sleep is finally catching up with me. I was up all night on the ocean, then all the excitement kept me wired through the day. Once I sat down, it all just kind of caught up with me.”“We have a three hour flight to Tahiti, you can take a nap if you. It didn’t take long for the ‘snake’ (Sally’s pet name for my cock) to come alive. I quickly scooted my chair closer to the table in hopes they hadn’t noticed the growing bulge.As we ate and talked about what’s been happening in our lives I noticed the pitcher of Margaritas was empty and offered to go get some more. Making another pitcher, I thought the girls might like some wine as a nice change. With the pitcher all set to go, I went down to the wine cellar and after several minutes of.