Commercial pilots (and their autopilots) are trained to fly with a soft hand, to make gentle corrections — so as not to scare the everlovin’ do-do...out of little old ladies knitting back in coach. To put things in perspective, André did not care about these little old ladies. André liked to fly. He lived to fly. If he ever had an opportunity to do barrel rolls in a 747 he surely would have — with a shit-eating grin on his face, too. I might have called André a man’s man, or a pilot’s pilot, but. “I’m home Ma’am,” I said as I came thruthe door. “I’m on the floor. Go up and put on your harness.” I go up the stairs and get my harness out. It is awicked little thing really. Mistress made it and it isone of her favorite things. It is a set of straps thatare attached to a garter belt. It is heavy leatherthough not lace. One part straps to my head and theother goes around her hips. There are buckles andcinches so that she can strap my head into place. Your boobs had shifted slightly in size, from B Cup to C Cup. And your school's uniform was now a pink and white strapless dress that cupped your breast showing off a fair amount of cleavage from above, before cutting away from your belly, your stomach on full display, at least the lower portion of the dress hung down lower than the skirt originally had. Standing stunned you turned to look at the cat. It's twinkling starlight eyes watching you."If you move quickly girl, you can heal the wounded. "The kid was a queer! He just wanted to give me a blow job and be on his way. With relief I did as he said. "Okay. I can do that buddy. If that's all you wanted, you didn't need a knife. I like showing off my dick. It's always been for a girl but what the hell!" I lowered my pants and pushed down my jockeys and let the kid get a good look. "whatcha think? You like it?" Just get it hard for me." He said.I played with it till it got to it's full 7 inches and waited for him expectantly. "Jack it.