Just as the beverage cart was reaching his seat, the Blackman rose and strode to the back of the plane. Our eyes locked as he passed andfrom his pier...ing look I knew he was accepting my offer. I continued to stroke my husband’s cock until the beverage cart was justreaching our seats. I put down my book and grabbed my purse. I told myhusband that he was to wait a few minutes before joining me at the rear of theplane and that he wasn’t to make any sort of scene while passing. I closed my eyes, head back and enjoyed a professional at work. After a few minutes, u realized something was amiss; I was not getting hard. Again being the professional she is, she did not let up, and continued cupping my balls, deep throating my cock and moaning like a banshee. All too little effect.“What’s going on?” I thought to myself. I had not cum in several days and this was one of my favourite tumbles, but yet as flaccid as a dead squid. “Think of something kinky”, I said to myself. . At least, that's what I had to tell myself. I couldn't imagine the idea of trying to sleep tonight without getting to gush, cum and free my tight loins from this pent up agony. "Alright, hunny," Mistress whispered, kneeling down to my level. "I'm going to get the door, and after dinner, we're going to let you cum." The crowd of women cheered teasingly. "But," Mistress chimed in, an air of mischief in her tone, "only if you serve your punishment without issue." Mistress handed control of my. She spread her feet slightly, allowing his questing fingers free access to her sex. His first fumbling touch missed her clit by some way. Instead, he tried to find her entrance. He was a little clumsy; even, too impatient to get inside. Although she had been lubricating for a while now, he needed to be a little gentler, but his inexperience didn’t allow for the niceties of taking it slowly. His first finger inside was uncomfortable where her slickness had not been worked to her outer lips. She.