You're my cum eating pussy slave now. Before tonight, I would never even think of doing this, or that I would find much pleasure in it. But now, not o...ly do I want to feed you the cum from my pussy every time we fuck, I want to do it often. Very often. So I hope you're up for it."My a****listic impulses had completely taken over now. I grabbed the back of his head, pulled it into the steamy slit between my legs and face fucked him hard, grinding myself on him wildly. Although I had told him to. “It’s going to hurt Marie, you know that don’t you?” he said moving to her right ankle. “Yes,” she sniffled again. “You’ve forgotten the Sir, Marie,” he told her. “You’ve forgotten to address me properly Marie. That’s disrespect Marie and I won’t put up with it. I don’t put up with disrespect from my sluts.” “Sorry sir,” she responded as he fastened down her right ankle. “That will be extra, Marie,” he told her as took hold of her right wrist. “Extra punishment for you.” “Yes sir.” He. He must have switched to intercom, as his voice was a little louder in the headset as he said, "We've been cleared to the taxiway and straight on to the runway. We would be in a long line waiting for takeoff if we were at MIA. This little airport is perfect for businessmen in the area. Cheaper fuel too. Watch what I do and then see if you can feel when we rotate off the ground. You tell me when to pull the gear."Wow! The takeoff was smooth and fast. I felt the plane sort of glide off the ground. (Though at this point, I’d like to.) “I think that’s doable, provided you let me pay for half.” She smiled. “Done.” I said. Shit, now I have to buy some pajamas. Wren wasn’t exactly thrilled with us taking the 912, but I insisted. If we were taking a road trip, it was the obvious choice. We spent 3 days in Nashville. Wren was a great tour guide and showed me all the sights. We went to a different honkytonk every night and heard some very talented performers. The Studio B tour was, in my.