Both of them looked at each other for a moment and then Dina said, "Well, go on then. If you don't mind us watching you do it, that is?" Yeah, come on..." one of the guys said, way to eagerly.Sandra and Peter both chuckled and Peter said, "I can't believe I'm going to this. I sure have never thought about doing anything like this in front of my mates!" Just do it man," the other guy said. "And just forget about us three." Easier said than done," Peter joked, looked at Sandra again and asked, "So,. " She said with a smile. "Why do you want to know about the past?" For me it is all about figuring out what motivated people in pivotal times." I can tell you that. Sex." I had been taking a sip of my drink and nearly choked on it. She laughed and continued, "Sex is the driving force behind everything. Politics, religion, hell even airplanes." She said with a sweeping arm motion to include the entire plane, "Stewardesses are sex symbols. Pilots are playboys. And even I have always wanted to. The hook punctured her tender flesh four times as he worked his way from the bottom of her slit up to the top, bringing a scream each time from the pain of the puncture, the metal hook being dragged through her injured flesh, the dry fishing line being dragged through each hole and the pepper spray. Her once perfect smooth white skin was now punctured with asymmetrical imperfect holes. He pulled the hook until the knotted end of the fishing line reached the first hole and her pussy now looked. I feel the leathery end of it tracing up and down my leg, and I can't wait for him to swing it again. The next sting comes in my left breast, close to the nipple. I'm gasping and moaning now as he makes three more quick swats to my big tits, the last landing right on my hard right nipple.I feel his fingers moving up and down my wet slit, spreading the wetness around. He teases my clit, rubbing ever so lightly over it. I moan and raise my hips to encourage him, but he just keeps teasing. I feel.