He started to bellow abuse at the intruders but Queen Elizabeth stuffed his mouth with some silky material and fastened with sticky-tape from her back...pack, until he choked and stopped yelling.His wife's ordeal went on and on. Trevor watched, unable to do a thing. Kennedy was popping the head of his dick in and out of her mouth, dribbling strands of pearly fluid around her lips and on her face and hair. He plucked and kneaded her nipples as he plundered her mouth. Always prominent against her. "I wouldn't be here if not for you. This is supposed to be a day off for me".He was startled, so much so that he diverted resources in order to respond. "You mean you're here just for me? Just me? You're not down to work this flight?"Holly shook her head. Vanilla floated again. He surprised himself with a concentrated flare of lust, a visceral thing. She was so bloody attractive, it almost hurt to study her too closely. "Why do you think I've spent all my time in this section of the plane?" she. I whisper in her ear, “You know the little pussy slut in you is turned on by the idea.” “But…” “No buts. You turned on by it aren’t you? You want everyone to know you belong to me.” “Yes.” I hear her respond meekly to me. “That’s a good girl. Now let’s go.” We get in the car and one of the reasons I love her in a dress is it rides up her leg when she get in the car. My hand immediately goes to her thigh rubbing up and down as we drive to the restaurant. At the stop light I lean over and. ."Right or wrong, just get it out, Bruce," she said."Okay, I guess so, kinda. I mean before. Well, I mean you asked," I said. She sagged back against the wall and looked at me. I'm sure I was sporting puppy dog eyes. She nodded slowly her understanding of the situation."Okay then. You'll have to get me a ring," she said. "Don't make it too expensive. I mean I'm sure you make good enough bucks as a bartender, but I'm not necessarily into showing off, and I want a honeymoon. Okay?" I stood there.