I’m familiar with the Bell 206s that are just about a standard ride for much work in the Gulf of Mexico. They’re being phased out by the more capa...le (and more expensive) Bell 407. I’m looking at a 407. We’re talking a bit over three million dollars, it weighs less full than our Pilatus (Yeah, okay ... I succumb to the inevitable – it’s OUR Pilatus) does empty. It’s less than half as fast and has twenty percent of the range, and it’s a helicopter.It’s a thousand parts wrapped in close formation. You use your hands to push them together, then just look at them for a moment, as if trying to work out what you will do next. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, waiting for your move. Then, I feel it. Your mouth latches onto one of my nipples and I moan with pleasure. I feel your tongue tracing every tiny bump of my areola before it flicks across the tip. They are so big, so firm, so juicy, but when you start to lightly suck on my nipple, I feel it harden further in your mouth. It’s. We explode together in a violent crescendo. Spent, she wraps her sweatsoaked body around mine. Moments later she unties me from the bedpostsand we fall fast asleep.Showering the next morning is my first real look at last nights waxing.My chest is all pink and smooth. No more hair. I'm smooth from my cockto my neck. My cock looks so small by its lonesome. I'm not the bestendowed but my deep bush always made me look manly. Without it, I lookdownright boyish. She left some long stray hairs around. After maybe twenty minutes the door opened and she came towards me with a whip and a small cane. She was going to whip me for not coming to her place and there was nothing I could do about it.My tan body was now quite chilled and I hoped the beating would be short. She was prone to punish me when she was upset.She came towards me and wrapped her fingers around my semi erect cock. Oh good you enjoy this slave she barked feeling the pre cum on the tip of my cock. She bent over an licked off the.