Sighing, she looked at her watch. According to plan, there were a few minutes before the start of the shoot. She felt a bit weird in her costume - bas...cally just some lingerie, a pair of silk stockings and high-heeled shoes. Was she having second thoughts? Not really. She looked forward to getting it over with. And then perhaps just a little bit curious - what would it be like? The director entered the room - a short, slim man in his mid-thirties. Becky just looked at him. "Well," he said, "are. Her hands came down and put rested them down on her ass, she bit her bottom lip and then shook her head, another laugh escaping her lips. ‘Seriously? It’s so easy!’ She walked over to one of the small jumpsuits I had picked up for my nephew and then laid it out flat on the table in the front room. She flattened out the outfits and then looked around for the wrapping paper. ‘Wrapping paper?’ She asked, looking up at me expectantly. Put back a little bit, I was temporarily dumbfounded before I. She did. Her eyes were wide and wild. I knew the signs: She was becoming a submissive. I moaned loudly and watched her clitoris grow and her face become flushed. Giving pleasure was pleasurable to sweet little Felicity. I wanted her to keep that girlish innocence that I noticed from the beginning. I pulled out of her throat to let her breathe. I straightened her on the bed and put her in a doggie position. I inspected her tattoos. They were very sensual. The floral patterns on her back. I swallowed every drop of cum I could. He pulled his pants up and we exited the bathroom. A flight attendant spotted us exit and gave us a strange look. I was quick to respond, "I was starting to feel sick. He just wanted check on me and held my hair for me." I don't know if she bought the excuse. We took our seats once again and Jordan whispered, "I don't know what was hotter, the blow job, or the fact you totally down played it when caught." * After checking in we went our own ways. We had.