It seemed like a marathon run before I got to the departure lounge for my flight.I saw Jennifer when I approached the check-in counter. She was wearin... brown crewneck sleek top and beige stretch pants. Her hair spread softly and smoothly over her shoulder, reminding me of those shampoo commercials. She was around five feet six and had slender legs which made her look like a Victoria's Secret model in those pants. She surely knew how to dress. If she wasn't such a bitch I would no doubt be. The first act of unbuckling that masculine belt caught her off guard, but she quickly regained her composure and own desire to be of equal match and pleasure for his intense fiery eyes. She had to catch herself when she realized her knees were getting weak again, as she hadn't been sure just where his self manipulations might lead. This whole process was leading her in a direction that prior to this moment had only existed in her deepest held fantasies. But there he was, no fantasy now, just. As normal the day started with Hi and Hello with our training. I used to explain her about my process and mean time she used to ask doubt when she can’t understand any steps or follow up. This continues for 1 month after her training got over she has been placed next to me and she started her work. Often she used to ask doubt as she sat near to me. When i clarify her doubt my hand started to touch her hand it’s was so soft later we both came closer often we both used to together for break,. She begged me, literally begged me to finish her off. I rejected her request, stating our agreement. She always told me not to give-in when she does that. So, I didn’t. After about two more rounds of that, I commenced our trip to Blissville. Cupping and licking her sweet pussy until she came. Instead of being loud, she was rather silent. Her body explained everything though. Twisting violently and holding her breath in as she jerked and swerved in the bed, just like when you stretch in bed.