His strong fingers working my clit and the feel of his lightstubble and strong tongue as we start to kiss. He is so much better atworking my clit than...I am but I will learn.He stops for a moment and pulls out his hand. "Should we take this tothe bedroom," he says."Oh Brad. Fuck. Yes," I say and then I notice his finger."Brad have you cut yourself?" he has blood on his fingers.He looks at his hand then at me. "Cassandra honey. Don't freak out." What? Why would I freak out? What is wrong with. I'm mad so just to irk Bill I put on some flats and then cover myselfwith a bright blue shortie robe made of satin. So here I am tits but nohips made up like I'm going to a show.Bill must have been listening because he comes in just after I get therobe tied."Taci, I don't want a word out of you, no I'm sorries or it was anaccident I want total silence."I nod yes, but I'm just as pissed as he is the fucker. I see him glanceat my feet and get a little satisfaction from that, it must have. Lennie got up to clear the table, but kept looking over her shoulder. I imagine that we were both wondering what the other was thinking, feeling. It was obvious that we were both affecting each other, reacting to one another just as a magnet reacts to metal. The pull was so strong that it was making us both just a little uneasy. My nostrils were suddenly filled with the faint smell of rose water as I flashed back momentarily to the feel her locks grazing the insides of my thighs. Only a short. When there’s just you, your body, and your work, you really focus on it. And that’s what a slave should do – concentrate on delivering the ultimate in perfect work for his owner.’ As he was speaking, I was conscious that after all the water I’d d***k the inevitable was happening – I needed to piss. ‘Please…. Look, you’ve got to let me out of here, just for a bit…. I need to go to the gents.’ ‘Don’t be so fucking stupid! Do you think we’d let a slave loose on this aircraft – you might try.