I let myself go clear down her throat three times before she seemed satisfied, but leave it to Patty for surprises. Just as I thought we had finished ...atty ripped a piece of my shirt off into a strip and wrapped it around my head like a blindfold. I didn't like it at first, but I hadn't liked when she started hogging on my johnson and that ended up being the best part of my whole life. Something she said didn't make a lot of sense to me at the time as I sat there unable to see a thing. Just. It’s one explosion after another. I feel him inside me, plunging away, taking all he can of me. He owns every inch of me, buried deep, taking all he can. His seed spills into me, the load so big, erupting jets of seed inside me. He doesn't change his rhythm, continuing to pounding into me, he leans down close, whispering. “Now my pet.” He whispers..."Now come for me.” I can feel his seed spill inside me, pushing all he has into me. His words are loud and demanding. It’s all I need; I give into. When he had tried to get up to take hold of her though, she had pushedhim down into his seat and had fastened his seatbelt around his waist."I'm sorry Sir, but you need to remain seated for the......in-flightmeal," she had warned him, looking him in the eye.She had then dropped to her knees and pulled his trousers down. He hadheld his head in his hands as she had forcibly extracted the meal fromhim whilst he could only sit there, grab her head and moan."I will be the rest of your in-flight. My ankles are now digging their sides into the hard wood underneath the s**ttering of hay. They are planted, firmly, some three feet apart. My ears hear my lips shuddering together, the mouth inside trying to make words. My back arches. I am now straight and stock still, my head an even plane from the top of my hair, dangling down around my face (now hidden) past my neck, down my back. The only place my body curves at any but the straightest of angles is at the natural curve of my full and.