We kissed, deep French kisses. Her breasts, they were perfect by the way, pressed against my chest and she slowly moved her pelvis from side to side,...grinding her hips against mine. We began to rock together, harder and harder. My arms were around her and my legs wrapped around her waist. WE got into a rhythm and she started to moan. The base of the dildo pressed against her shaved pussy and she began to shake. She shuddered and said, “Oh my god, I am coming, go faster, go faster. “Next. ..and I was tied to prevent my reactions......My son screamed and they gagged he, in this manner he couldn’t speak but was forced to look all.....I closed the eyes for shame... I was forced to obey to their orders why they threatened to torture my son, they poor me in a very obscene position: naked with the legs fall open, exposing my sex to the men, and to my adolescent son....I would have preferred to die rather than to put in that position in front my son to me. I am a woman much modest,. It's not that I didn't value our friendship,it's just that I value being the airline industry's most powerful man ahell of a lot more. And to be honest, your constant misogynistic PRgaffs weren't doing much for our share price."Skye seethed into her gag as the story continued."But then we planned it out properly and we realised your absence wouldleave somewhat of a void. After all, having a celebrity pilot on ourbooks was excellent publicity, despite your occasional faux-pas'. So webegan. Just in time to miss her parents. She was ready. So we sat and talked for 15 minutes. As we talked, I started to get hard. She saw it and said, "Well, somebody is liking what they see." Then she laughed and I blushed. We left and drove to the next town, because she was worried about somebody in town seeing her and telling her parents. I was also worried, because Mr. Smith was a man that would shoot first and askk questions later.As we was going down to the next town, she asked me to pull into.