Remember that, whore,” as he pulled His hand out of her with a pop. She whimpered at the ache of emptiness. His hand and wrist were glistening a...d dripping with her juices. He smeared the juices on her breasts and belly. She cried out as her juices seeped into the welts on her bruised and battered tits.She begged abjectly, “Please, Master, may i lick your hand clean? Oh, oh, please feed me my cunt juices. Finger fuck Your slut’s mouth with her own pussy slime, please Master. .. "Thus it was arranged and he flew to London, again in one of the luxurious private cabins on the jumbo jet, using the stewardess en route, and hoping that he would not be embarrassed by the crew on the return.As she finished sucking him off for the last time before they arrived in Heathrow, the stewardess looked up and said, "We are on the same flight back tomorrow. I look forward to it, Master." I shall be travelling with my wife," he said."That is a pity, Master. Is she a western woman?" Yes,. With it being a midweek school day the store wasn’t busy and the young girl at the security desk didn’t bat an eyelid as I walked in with Lisa and headed off to the far changing room because it’s bigger, the thing with these is the curtains never quite fit giving pretty near zero privacy.Lisa slipped off her dress and looked quite sexy in her little thong and she tried on her skirts and dress, all fitted perfectly and I noticed that someone had entered the booth next door. Now just to paint the. The makeup had completely transformed my face; I truly looked like a very pretty young girl of no more than 18 to 20 years old. And if I wore my new bra and panties, nylons and high heels I was sure that with a wig and falsies and either a dress or a skirt and blouse no one would ever guess that I wasn't really and truly a girl.I was speechless, my eyelashes fluttering, my cheeks blushing with embarrassment and pleasure, and I couldn't help myself from asking her, "Umm, Mistress Heather?.