She made it half way down the first time, then three quarters of the way down the next and then the third time she went right back to her last spot, s...owed down a bit to relax her throat muscles and proceeded to deep throat his whole cock. She gulped on it and that made Ajay let out a little yelp and almost cum. He already could take it. He picked her up from under her shoulders and led her back wards thru the house to the living room. He removed his under shirt and was now naked. His hard abs. Brenda smiled but inwardly thought shit, I was hoping he would mess that up and I could punish him, but never the less I am sure I will be doing so before the night is out.Follow me she ordered and led him into the living room, where he was confronted by the three main females in his life, Brenda, his mother in law; Sandra, his wife and Cathy, his eldest daughter. Each of them pointed to a wooden bench in the centre of the floor; without any more being said, Alan moved and sat straddling the. "Do I feel like a real girl?" I asked in a soft voice. "Yes you do," she moaned softly. "Good. Now stand up and let me see what's under that robe," I commanded using Melissa's dominatrix voice. Darlene stood up and united her belt and let it slip off her shoulders. She was clad in an ice blue bra and panties that matched her garter belt and nylons.I stood up and approached her. "Would you like to kiss me?" Melissa asked. "Very much,"Darlene responded. "Then beg for it." "Please mistress, please. I am an airline employee and have been one for over thirty years. And among the lower orders (that is everyone except pilots) it is a basic article of faith that you never, and I do mean never, take up with a stew. A stew (they prefer to be called flight attendants, but no one in the industry calls them anything but stews) will break your heart - it's a given. Marry a stew and your life becomes one of misery and frustration. Let me hastily add here that it is not always the stews fault, a lot.