My attendant came back in wearing nothing but a very short sheer housecoat that was barely done up. She told me to lay on my stomach, which I did and...she lathered me with some vanilla smelling oil and started to massage my back. She worked quickly down my back, past my ass to my legs. She massaged down one leg then up the other until she got to my ass. As she massaged both cheeks together I met out a soft moan. She asked me if I liked that, and I spread my legs a bit wider and told her yes. To my immediate south was part of a golf course, to my north were three baseball diamonds. None were high security concerns that the Air Force would guard from a cyclist.After that quarter mile, I had arrived at a choice. I was now at the southwest corner of the block that Hangar One was in the center of. The hangar itself was about a thousand feet northeast of me. If I carried on riding east on the road for another eighth of a mile, I'd be directly south of the hangar but still eight hundred. Her body tensed, he felt a rush of liquid, her body bucked and twisted, grabbing at the earth beneath her, a sound arose from her, a mix between a howl of a wild dog and the scream of intense ecstasy. He lay between her legs watching her, except for the rising and falling of her chest her body lay limp. His cock hard, he wanted to mount her, to feel the heat that radiated from her pussy. To be one with her, her energy already pulsing through his blood. She tugged on the leash pulling him. I chose the pair of jeans for her to wear because it would be easier for her to hide her erection if she lost control, but by this point, her cock was losing its stiffness. I put on the panties but struggled with the bra. Shelby came over and assisted me with it. Shelby dressed herself and I taught her how to hide, or attempt to hide, a boner in a pair of jeans. Once we had our clothes on, we quickly exited the house to avoid a confrontation with our parents. We walked a quarter mile to school.