She wantonly leaned back. Supporting herself with her left hand, and lifting her ass slightly, she ran the middle finger of her right hand through the...slit of her obviously damp pussy twice. Then, she inserted the first two fingers of her right hand inside the wet channel of her cunt. She threw her head back with her eyes slitted and mouth parted, breathing heavily as if panting.As she removed her fingers from her cunt, she brought her head upright and looked directly at Aaron with a 'fuck me. I can barely see the screen as I continue to write the story I am working on. My throat dry as the desert, tortured by the blast of the powerful coughs that push there way from my lungs. It is now raw and torn as if tiny little blades have sliced me from the inside out. The acrid taste of phlegm crosses my crusty coated tongue making me feel nauseous and dizzy. I have to snort constantly to try and keep my nasal cavity clear to allow me to breathe. This action however has me swallowing more. The eyes of the flight-attendant focussed on the woman in her first class section. She had refused to get out of the local black coat and scarf and when Chrysta got a look of her feet clad in beaded slippers and a leg in some sheer trouser she wondered if the woman was maybe not properly enough dressed to get out of that coat. She looked very forlorn. Chrysta had seen her brought to the plane by two burly local types that looked like security goons. According to the woman she was preggies –. "Please, Sir... play with my nipples... it always gets me so... hot," she whimpered. He knew what she wanted. He watched as she twisted and maneuvered, trying to get him to touch her so she could show him what nipple play did for her.However, he purposely avoided that hot spot, for now, wanting instead to bring her to a boil slowly. He wanted to tease her, to torment her until she couldn't think straight until she couldn't think of anything except her own driving need. Until she was his.She was.