"Kyle clamped his jaw shut, refusing to verbally give in even as his body succumb to her lust, burning beneath the touch of her fingers."Your mouth do...sn't want to say nice things to me," she pouted. "Don't you want to tell me how beautiful I am?" You ... are ... beautiful," he gasped. "Like the sun." And you want to be burned by my radiance," she laughed. "To feel my heat upon your lips."She shifted, rising up, her heavy breasts swaying as she straddled his face. She was winning, pressing her. " My cock waved in her face as I moved to exit the spa and she grabbed it as well. With two cocks in her hands she looked incredibly hot.I left my towel where it was and hurried to the loo. I saw big boy slide down into the spa as I turned the corner.I was grateful that the toilet was not only empty, but had a bloody good exhaust fan.What would usually only take a few minutes just wouldn't stop, so to spare you the details dear reader, it was at least 10 to 15 minutes before I felt comfortable. He told me that, though he didn't enjoy it, he'd ordered people killed before. He said that he thought I was an excellent pilot with a distinguished record (he then pulled out a file on me, explaining that he'd taken the liberty of checking a few things and he hoped I didn't mind), that he liked me, and that he wanted me to be his personal pilot. He told me that I would not be involved in any way with his activities, although I might overhear the odd snippet of information during flights, nor. Her initial assumption of him proved spot on.He was 40, slim and well-dressed but quite shy and it took a lot of sympathetic listening and gentle rubbing of what she considered a nice sized cock, for him to tell his story of what she could do for him and he for her.‘Hazel, for the last 25 years I found that I could only really enjoy sex dressed in women’s lingerie and dresses and skirts. Nearly for all that time I had to use prostitutes because that skinny bitch of a wife thought I was.