His blue eyes looking down on me as I sucked on him. His gaze told me I wasn’t as much a women as I was a sex object. The look of pleasure on his fa...e was a look of sternness. Ready to punish me for being a bad, bad girl. We met him in a dimly lit bar. I was wearing my most refined whore outfit: tight black pencil skirt with a high slit, tight back top, and sexy black pumps. He was tall. So very tall I wondered if maybe his cock would be too big for me. I liked his face the most. Pretty eyes.. " through gritted teeth. I lift your quivering Wife off my knee with my big strong arms like she weighs nothing at all. As she stands up straight, with her back to you, she's visible shaking and gasping for breath.How astonishing to see your timid little Wife standing there, bare arsed, with her trousers and knickers down to her knees, in front of a stranger. Shamefully, as if to add insult to injury, her pants and panties almost immediately give up the struggle against gravity and slide right. “It’s what Dad would have done,” Andy reminded them.“It’s four hundred fucking miles what do we do for the next hour and a half?” Camilla asked showing a flair for mathematics.Andy looked at Sarah, Sarah looked at Andy and they rushed hand in hand for the nearest bush surprising several doggers and an ITN News team.“Where’s my fags,” Camilla asked.“Suppose we’ll have to send the the fucking Corgis to Battersea Dogs home,” Charles said gloomily.“Mummy says you should try eBay,” Kate. “You’re a stewardess and now a Mile high Club member huh?” instantly annoyed with myself at the corniness of my “joke”.Mackenzie shook her head, chuckling. Then recomposed herself, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Now, how about your membership!?” She winked at me and tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably, collapsing forward in a fit of laughter. She looked back at me and playfully stuck her tongue out.Seizing on an opportunity to fan the smouldering embers of our.