On that spot. On that spot! Do it NOW!!" She roared. Whack! "Six thank you Mistress." The slave breathed a momentary sigh of relief. He had at least c...mpleted half of his discipline. At least he thought he had. It was time for change of hands. Unfortunately for him, however, Mistress was in no mood to slow down the session. "Right, other hand," she spoke. The second hand was little if nothing different from the first. Somehow he managed to get through the set of six without having to beg for. And then her eyes changed, they got smaller, mischievous, erotic. With the slightest nod of her head, she gestured to the rear of the plane. I nodded so quickly it felt like an involuntary reaction. Like a doctor had just tapped my knee with a mallet, and I kicked as high as Jackie Chan. She calmly stood up, straightened her skirt and took long, purposeful strides to the aft of the plane. Trying not to look overly anxious or too eager, I stood and made my way to the aisle in just enough. This was about as wanton as she had ever been – letting a man feel her breasts and kiss her in front of others.They made their way to the car park and as they all piled into the large people-carrier Linda found it strange that all of them wanted to leave at the same time and accompany her home too. Didn’t they give each other a bit of space when it was obvious the one with the woman would want a goodnight kiss?As soon as the vehicle started to move Carl wasted no time in holding Linda close to. “Oh? You are still unsatisfied?”, Khusboo asked as she saw me shaking my head.“No, no. I am satisfied. Let me taste your sauce”, I corrected her hurriedly.“Okay”, she started eating again.I reached out my hand and started rubbing her pussy. Khusboo was cleanly shaven.“Did you shave this for me?” I could not help but ask.“Yes, I want to make it easier for you to..”, she trailed off her words.“Easier for me to what?”, I questioned her.“Easier for you to eat it.”Her face was red. She did not faze.