I want you to be happy, Lana. Not feeling like you’re stuck.” They clinked glassed and sipped their wine. Tommy took Lana’s hand and helped her...to sit on the blanket. He sat down and began to serve the dinner. She looked at the food. Salad, chicken with pasta, fresh fruits, and even Tiramisu for dessert. They sat there and ate and spoke of everything they could think of. Their days in school when they first met; what she was going to do on her trip and the things she was going to see. It. Her vagina seemed to fit around me like a surgeon's glove and as I moved back and forth inside her I could feel what seemed like every membrane . In short order she was calling out " OH Baby I think I'm Gonna...AAAAARGHHHHHH. as the first orgasm ripped thru her body. Mind you , this was all her I wasn't doing anything spectacular or special, It was simply a woman freeing herself from a long self imposed prison of denial.. One of the things that amazes me about female sexual response is that. “Get on it and ride me to heaven.”“With pleasure,” she murmured as she straddled him. “But something tells me I’ll be in heaven first,” she whispered as she pressed herself down on his cock, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened in a silent groan.The fifteen-minute delay in their ultimate satisfaction only seemed to help things. The two of them were as loud as they had ever been, finding untold joy in their coupling. When they both finished, Betts kept herself locked around Tommy, explaining. It’s really sleek and sexy. The stewardess, Michelle, greets us. She is stunningly beautiful with long red hair. Dressed in a tight grey pencil skirt and white silk blouse. The skirt is quite short and I can see the tops of her white stockings and garter. Her heels stunningly accentuate her long legs. When we get on board, Master instructs me to remove my dress. At first I am a little embarrassed but I obediently follow his command. MIchelle takes my dress and escorts us to the seating area..