‘What sissy, I though this was your dream. To be fucked by another while we were both were wearing our Macs. Isn’t that why you bought me this Mac...you sissy Slut? Well Sissy?‘WELL SISSY’‘Yes Mistress’ I mumbledI heard Master Steve laughMistress Julie then started to force the massive strap-on deep into my sissy clit. I was in tears; it felt like my little sissy clit was being torn in two. But she didn’t stop. She continued to pump deep into my sissy clit. I was moaning & shouting in pain,. Soon my skin was covered with a gloss of sweat thatstarted to run down my body and soak my hair. When thesecond song ended, I decided it was time to get somefresh air so I reached behind me, took hold of thelittle Lucite knob in the door panel and popped outthe circular piece of mirror. I thought I heard a noise over the start of the nextsong but I ignored it as I popped the other twocircular plugs out of the holes in the side panels. Iwas certain I heard a noise then; like a cheer orsomething.. The low pressure in the cabin made his ears ache. “In the name of Allah,” he uttered as the plane touched the ground. A small security team escorted Tariq and his bodyguards to an alternate exit which circumvented the bustling terminal. Another curtained Mercedes awaited them. As Tariq slipped into the white leather seat, he felt the sun’s heat penetrating the windshield. He tapped on the window desperately and mouthed to Vasilla to hurry.A strange pain in Tariq’s head spread to his stomach. It. I couldn’t just leave her sitting there, could I? She certainly wasn’t dressed for a motorcycle ride, that’s for damn sure. She was in a cute little dress that was tight across her bum. It was pretty short as well, and those heels were totally impractical. I couldn’t hear her, but her movements said she finally figured out she wasn’t going to call anyone.“Hey!” I yelled over to her as I walked over. I hadn’t put my jacket back on, so it was pretty obvious I wasn’t some biker dude. “You okay?” I.