I was beginning to debate going up and knocking on his door unbidden, asking if he needed any help sucking his cock. Even considering it filled me wit... a revulsion that made me want to scrub my skin with steel wool and sulfuric acid. But 'fortunately', Dale decided to call on me before I could sink that low. "Cum on up to my room, Cunt." If only I had known the soul crushing deprivations I would be subjected to when I got to Dale's room, I wouldn't have bothered to worry about the last tiny. I removed the towel on my head to let my hair down. The lust of the woman I saw in front of me was something I had never known I had. I watched her as she slid her hand inside her towel and slowly caressed her breasts. Gently, I massaged my left breast, feeling my fingers as they grabbed tighter.I lied down on my back while I continued playing with my nipples, ever so slightly pinching it. I raised my knees and opened my legs. My pussy was becoming quite wet now. I undid my towel and slowly. "What shall we use- hand, crop or belt?" At this a hand slapped my right arse cheek very smartly making me give a little yelp. "Let me go!" I pleaded, feeling about as vulnerable and humiliated as a person can. "Crop, To start with ". A pause, then I heard a crop being swished through the air experimentally. Another pause, a swish and a burst of excruciating pain, then another and another. My arse cheeks felt as though they were on fire. Occasionally there would be a pause and a hand would. If I’d had blinders on, I’d know just as much about where we were heading as I did now.The engine was roaring steadily. That was a very good thing, and the control surfaces responded to inputs from the rudder pedals and the control column, but they were purely mechanical, no electronic interface in this old beast.I checked the circuit breakers—there didn’t seem to be a problem, but who knew? I was tempted to cycle the breakers, switching them to the off position and then back on, but in my.