After the door was closed, the engines started, and the plane was moving toward the taxiway, Duchess padded over to Marion who was sitting beside Don ...n one of the sofas set on one side of the plane.Marion had just secured her seat belt when Duchess gently rested her head on her lap and looked up at her face. Marion realized that there were tears flowing down the lovely tigress’s cheeks. “What’s wrong, darling?” Marion asked softly. “Aren’t you well?”“No, Mistress,” Duchess said sadly. “It’s. If for no other reason than so you can compare it to what will follow. You pick up the tempo with your fingers. You can hear how wet I am, but even you are surprised as you pull out your fingers, and I squirt my cum. My hips buck, my legs spread as far as possible, as the orgasm follows... You watch, fascinated. My legs relax. You watch my pinkness pulsing, as my creamy juices start to flow. You spread my natural lube around my pussy and on your hand. You pinch your fingers and thumb together,. I had read so many of those sex books and I had put myself in every story and fantasy that this was like I was going to live out my sexual fantasies at work. Because of all those lovely filthy things that I had read, I knew that I wanted to do them -- and I mean every one of them.So far, I had experienced two men at the same time, one in my mouth and one in my bottom (six times so far today). I experienced sex with a complete stranger (more times today so far than I could remember). The one. He was built like a brick shithouse as the saying goes, and more than once I’d watched him bounce some drunken clown out of his place without breaking a sweat. It was one of those life’s-lessons that stuck with you. It was also one of the reasons that I liked Bernie’s as a place to hang out. Nick was my kind of guy, not to mention the possessor of the universal bartender talent of being a good listener. I was sitting in my customary place at the bar, drinking my customary dark ale. We’d long.