Her button was pulsing and radiating pleasure to the tips of her toes as he licked, drinking her nectar, and now the added sensation of a wet tongue g...ntly probing her arse, tracing it and slightly invading it was almost too much to bear.She wanted his cock, she needed it, but he wasn’t permitted to cum until Date Night. Through the fog of ecstasy in her head inspiration struck. “Oh God, stop,” she forced herself to say. James did as he was told and fell back onto his knees, his face glistening. “ Just going to get more lemons!” Sabrina sang over her shoulder as she disappeared around the corner of the house. “ With a stranger?” “ He's a friend from college!” I almost laughed out loud at this lie, so casually tossed out. What was she really planning on doing? I found myself in the backyard. A lemon tree was growing there, shading the grass. Oh, my lord... She was picking the fruit, stretching on tip toe high into the leaves. Her tits almost fell out of her shirt. She wasn't wearing a. "Punish what Lady? What of yours would you like me to have punished?"There was no longer any reason to hide pretenses. I was paying her to abuse my body, and it was time to tell her to do exactly that."My TITS Mistress! Please punish them!"I heard a giggle escape her lips."But they are such pretty white things. Why would you want to make them all red and sore?" Please, just hurt them!" I couldn't believe I was actually begging this much for it. Didn't she have four hundred dollars in her top. He said not to worry, that the customer understood. I sadly looked at the plane, as I let Mercy call her driver to come pick us up. I had told her we could take a cab, but she said the driver was better.When he arrived, Sue was with him. She got out and went over to the 172, checked the book and came back carrying it. She pointed to my entry and said, "You did good, you made the log entry correctly. I already know you did it in the 208. You're quite the pilot now. How did you like the 172,.