No cramped airline privy here.To be sure not your typical airline accommodations, and if I hadn’t known I was on a plane, I wouldn’t have believed...it. It was a full-size bathroom and dressing area. There wasn’t just a shower as I might have expected, but given the number of showerheads, it seemed more like a car wash, minus the brushes. And then there was a full-size hot tub.Did I say hot tub? It really didn’t take long to shed myself of the suit with the attendant’s assistance. Unfortunately,. If he had done, she would likelybe unconscious and bloody. She had been that sad girl on the bridge, andnow she was the girl trembling in his trailer, but still a girl."I wish it could be that way for you," he said. "You need somebody yourown age, not somebody like me, more than twice your age. I'll take youhome in the morning." I can't go back there," she said dolefully. "Take me back to thebridge."It was the demand that made him bristle. She could see it and cowered asif expecting blows.. But of course, it wasn’t strange. Reality and dream were still crossfading, leading to temporary confusion. A shadow moved ... The dream sank further, dithering into vague memory and finally into a singular remnant: a feeling of comfort.I propped myself up in my cot as awareness took hold of my senses. Someone was up and using the bathroom. Or ... not quite.I could hear Tommy breathing from the bed, unperturbed by the strange situation. Quietly I rose and inched toward the door. I peered out. Her hard and fast treatment had me constantly coming. I lost count how many times.My head was propped up against the wall. It was odd watching my mother fucking me; her large black dildo sliding in and out of me, and her large breasts swaying forward and back, in my face.I don’t know how long this lasted, in some ways it seemed to last forever. But when she stopped and pulled out, I almost begged her to keep going.She shoved the big dildo in my face, “Clean it off.”Using my tongue, I tasted my.