I am very self-conscious my breasts are small only 32b and when nervous my nipples stand out like organ stops. To say I am nervous now is an understa...ement! Day Two: - Its 10-35a.m. and the plane had a smooth take off. Journal I am almost too embarrassed to write in you what happened last night. We hit one of the local night clubs recommended by the concierge it was a hive of activity with swaying bodies tightly packed in. Couples were kissing and some even going further than that. One guy. I’m woken by a snap. No…a click. The door closing. I sit up in position, abandoning my blanket and sitting straight up, my feet beneath me, knees in front, then spread, my hands on the floor, and tits pushed out. Looking down at the floor. I’m getting wet… I can hear him moving, I mustn’t feet, not until I am signaled to do so. He doesn’t speak either, he usually uses body language, or signals to communicate with me. He speaks now and then, particularly if I’m really good – or really bad…I. The hospital room didn't look any different."I feel better ... mostly," said Kris. "I have lots of questions, but I feel better." I've still got lots of questions, too," said Mitch."Why didn't you tell me I got shot?" I was hoping you'd tell me about that." Mitch watched for signs of stress, but didn't see any."I'd love to tell you," said Kris. "I'd love for you to put whoever did this to me behind bars for the rest of his life." His life?" Mitch waited."Or her life," said Kris. "Don't you. He started licking my cock, not sure what to expect, then he started sucking my cock and Megan pushed his head so hard that I was in his throat. He started to gag but I didn't care at this point. Megan kept his head all the way down my cock, I could feel the spasm's in his throat. I pulled out a little and started to slowly fuck his throat. He seemed to get used to it. I shot one hell of a load right down his fucking throat. When I was finished, he continued to suck my cock dry. I think.