He was sitting in the front, seat 3A I believe . . . no, I was in the galley jumpseat when we went down . . . I remember his smile . . . he seemed so ...ost . . . almost like a little boy . . .’ The man wanted to reach out to her, wanted to hold on to his humanity for a while longer, but the strong arms of the vortex reached out for him and pulled him back into the maelstrom . . . He felt the arc of her breathing as his body lifted gently on the swells of her breath, and he felt himself falling. She always enjoyed this and often asked for more if we hadn't met recently.I'm not sure why I began to concentrate my attentions on her rear hole, but it was not long before my tongue became a small cock and was fucking her bottom with great gusto. Sarah loved it, and pushed her buttocks back, almost smothering me, as proof. The sound of her pleasure was loud, and I spent several long minutes on this area of interest. Later, after our mutual orgasm caused the tired delirium that we were. .."My Mistress begins to lubricate, and as I continue to lick, she talks, and I listen."You will say to her, 'I do not eat of the longpig. Do as you will with me.'"Then, you will submit to her, and follow all her orders, explicit or implicit, for the sake of love of me."You will be taunted, humiliated, sexually used roughly, sex-tortured, gang-raped, and finally, death-tortured, killed, and eaten!"My Mistress becomes excited with these ideas! I continue to lick, as I become excited, too, in. I licked at the gusset with my tongue, making it warm and wet then pushed my tongue and her knickers inside her lips. Yvonne started to push in to my face, gently gyrating herself on my tongue.“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Yesssssssssssssss” she moanedI felt her knickers being tugged from my tongue and out of her lips, then realised she was trying to remove them. My hands were soon helping and I continued sliding them down her stocking clad legs and off her feet as she lifted each.