Then he felt his zipper being lowered and a warm mouth engulfed his manhood.'I could get used to this, ' he thought, 'Good food and wine and a blow jo... while I'm eating.'The woman was clearly highly skilled, for during the meal she gave him much pleasure with her mouth without ever bringing him too close to an orgasm. When he had finished eating, she rang a bell and the table was cleared and raised out of the way, apparently without the second stewardess noticing that the passenger was being. I guess you can imagine what happened next but because of all the excitement, I forgot to lock the door. That's were it all kicked off. It was the best time of my life, and I finally had my dream. I had become Miss Donald’s bitch. The door opened and I could not believe it; it was Miss Donald. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she said. I had one hand wrapped around my cock and the other gripping the paper. I tried to speak but nothing would come out. She grabbed the paper and looked. I pulled up in my car and she jumped in the back and hid just in case anyone saw her. A few miles down the road she got in the front. She had her normal work clothes on and I was a bit disappointed until she asked if she could shower and change at mine. I nodded and smiled, she rubbed my aching cock through my pants. Joyce explained she tried to trim her Bush as a treat for her husband but he told her not to be so stupid and leave it. I convinced her I didn't care about that and was just so. "All right, let's get started. Ms. Munson, leave your keys with me. I'll bring your car." Dana opened her purse and took out her car keys. After she handed them to Jeff Wheeler she turned to me and asked, "Are you ready?" "Yes." "Let's go." As we walked to the car, Jerome said, "I'll ride in the back." Dana said, "Jerome, you're a big guy. Let me ride in the back." Jerome shook his head. "No ma'am, thank you, but when we do this I try to be as unobtrusive as possible. It's better if I ride in.