Pulling away the dress, his hands clasped over my bra and began to pinch and pull at my hard nipples through the fabric. I cried out in pleasure, my e...tire body standing on end. I pushed my chest forward against his hands as if begging him for more and he gave it to me. Pulling my bra down his hands took hold of my breasts. I shivered at the feel of his rugged hands against my smooth skin. I was not sure what it was that he did for a living, but I was sure that it was something involving his. After a few minutes of this, I made my way to a stall to finish the job. Almost as soon as I entered the stall, I heard the door open and saw a man walk in. He made his way to the urinal next to me and I continued to jerk my dick while he did his business. He then finished up and made his way to the sink. On his way to the sink I caught a quick glimpse of him, he was an average middle aged white guy with big arms. He finished his business at the sink and before he went to dry his hands off he. Suddenly he withdrew and picked up pace, fucking my face faster and harder I was covered in my own spit and tears. Suddenly he pulled out and shot wave after wave of hot cum all over my face. I knew I looked a mess. One of the men pulled out his phone and took pictures. Saying the boys on the wing are going to love seeing what a disgusting pathetic cum slut I am. I know I should hate it, but I didn't. I loved it. This is who I am. This is what I am.As I tried to get my breath I was violently. ”(Chetan, this is my mother. And these are my friends. All of us have fucked my mom and me and have pissed on both of us. Our cabin has become quite dirty. Can you help us? We will pay you well.)I could see Chetan’s eyes widen as I was talking. I could see the bulge in his pants rising.Then, Chetan said, “Haan Saab, koi problem nahin hai. Kya main is madam ki mamme dekh sakta hoon? Main kabhi koi ladki ke saath kabhi kareeb nahin tha to ye meri pahili baar hoyegi.” (Yes, sir, no problem. Can I.