The flight to Arizona was fast and smooth. By some common consensus that I have never understood, it was somehow arranged that Christina and Valerie w...uld sit on either side of me on the flight. Just as at the dinner at the White House, they were the epitome of proper behavior. Proper, that is, except during the times when they were flirting with me, which was pretty much all the time. They were careful to keep it subtle, however, so I couldn't complain. About ten minutes into the flight, Amy. Her nipples are visibly hard. He looks away hurriedly. She says, very softly, “It’s OK, Uche Don’t worry. It’s all right to look.”“Er … no … I mean … sorry … Mrs … Nneka…” Again, very softly: “I’m telling you, Uche, it’s OK if you want to look at my breasts. It’s normal, natural. I know you’ve got Chinwe, and she’s a gorgeous, sexy girl. I’m not suggesting otherwise. But I know I’ve got a nice body too, and I know a young man like you can’t help but want to look at me. So, take your time, drink. I made a trail of kisses across her flat, firm, pale white tummy as I worked my way to my next target. I lifted one of her legs, kissed the insides of each of her thighs and then lapped at her small tightly closed cunt lips. As I had guessed, she had just a small amount of fine blonde pubic hair. I worked my tongue between her lips and found her clit. She jumped. "Ohhhh yesss. Don't stop. That feels so good." I licked and sucked her clit and worked my tongue from it down to her little fuck. She takes both her hands and places them on the sides of her slaves head as she starts to buck against her face harder.“Yes that’s it whore make me cum,” Ms. Jones moans as she continues to grind her pussy against Amy’s face.Amy feels the hands on her head tighten as her face is getting wetter and wetter from her Master’s now constant grind against her. She laps up at the wetness between her legs faster wanting to taste even more of her Master wanting to make her Master cum even if she is on.