....SHE SAYS:Your hand tugs at my wrists, and I obligingly kneel in the rough grass. You release your grip and walk around me with one hand in my hair... still in control. I raise my head defiantly to watch your progress, watch as your naked body stands before me. My pussy is aching in anticipation, my green eyes bright and sparkling with passion.I try to turn my head away from your approaching hardon, but your grip is too strong. I am only being outwardly coy, as play, I desperately want to. "Miranda's amusement at the whispered comment was cut off short when she found herself being politely but firmly being removed from the line and led off by a security agent and an armed airport cop."I'll meet you at the gate," Pruett called to her. "Thirty-seven B!"Miranda nodded over her shoulder rather than risking the sudden fear she felt affecting her voice.The room she was taken to was tiny. High up in one corner was a camera, it's red light glowing. Three walls were acoustically-padded.. She dropped to her knees and gently, almost reverently, stuffed the limp worm of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue gently washed off the last traces of his cum, her cunt juices and, the salty, tangy sweat that had run down his thickly muscled belly.His hands laced through her raven-black hair and he told her, "I love the feel of your mouth on my cock, but it's a losing proposition. It's going to be a while. Get used to the fact I'm not a superman. I can't fuck like all those men in the books.. By the way where did you learn that?” “My mother, my teacher,” I told her. “So you managed to find out the secret and fuck her?” Stella asked. “Yes I managed to. I will tell you all after your friend has gone back. What about you, did you get to fuck your father?” With a big smile she said, “YES.” We did not realize that it was over twenty minutes since I had my finger inside her cunt. She was all wet and her jets were shooting her juices from her vaginal walls. “Brother, I did not see you.