The flight wasn't full, and we had enough privacy to hold hands, kiss, and talk."I'm going to miss you terribly," I said. "I will have to go into reha...." Mom smiled faintly. "Not just you," she said."Should we tell Dad?" I asked."Yes", said Mom. "He will sense what is going on from a mile away. I better just tell him." Oh Jesus." The thought made me extremely nervous."He will be OK," she said.I wasn't sure. "He'll be so disgusted and so mad." He won't be. Your dad can understand anything." "You. "Bohunka didn't finish, you'll have to wait your turn." Hurry, I can't stand it." The urgency in Anne-Marie's voice was excruciating.I kept moving slowly, but Bonunka pushed me off, indicating that she wanted to inspect her cunt! She retrieved a mirror from her purse, turned the lights on, spread her legs and inspected the bloody mess. Actually, there was a lot of spunk but very little blood. Scooping some of the cum on her finger and bringing the mucilage to her nose she took a long sniff at. . what it all meant to me ... and she sobered, and eventually even started crying. We were negotiating city traffic before she finally put her hand on my shoulder tenderly and asked: “But Master, how does any of that affect US? I mean, I can understand how you might think that sex is off limits for you with other women ... but I BELONG to you. I LOVE you. Oh, Master, I want you so much! Can’t you allow yourself to want me, just a little, in return?”“I DO want you ... desperately! But ... you’re. "My clit is sooooooo sensitive this morning."Whilst I was in rapture hearing the commentary, it was sheer torture being denied an audience to an event I doubted ever experiencing again. Sitting statatuesque so as not to give myself away, I wracked my brains to work out how I might engineer a view.As I pondered, Suze continued: "Now imagine that hard cock ramming deep into your pussy."Suze's breathlessness suggested that she too was busy at their palatial home eagerly pleasuring herself.Eve.