In her entire life, she had never cried. Not until this day. This monster, this bastard, was the only man alive who had seen her open tears. In the en..., the pain and the humiliation overwrought her with emotion, and she expelled a breathless sob. Why are you doing this to me? she whispered. Why me? What are you doing to me? I warned you. His voice was thunderous, formidable. You must not ask such questions, lest you risk your own neck. She quivered and uttered nothing: it was a silent plea.. My gaze was locked on her uncovered crotch staring at her pussy lips that had only moments ago been letting out a shower of hot urine.In my mind, I could not help but wonder what it would be like to trace my tongue along the length of her groove, tasting the spent remains of her urine. My nipples were so hard that I knew that Sandra would clearly be able to see the level of my excitement. I had to distract her!She was wearing an expression of great expectation as I drew up my night skirt to. She needs a guy who can totally commit to her, and only her, with no exceptions. That’s not me and probably never will be. We’ve talked about it. She even used me as a subject for her class on human sexuality, so she knows my full history.”“Be that as it may, she wants you. If you ask her, she’ll come to your bed in a heartbeat.”“I know that. And I can’t ask her because it wouldn’t be ethical or right. She made it clear what she wants and that she isn’t interested in a one-time thing.”“I’m. “You’re complimenting the wrong one, Sir. I’m the copilot this trip. Eileen put us on the ground.”Wainwright put a hand on Eileen’s shoulder. “I apologize. That was a beautiful landing. Please don’t feel insulted by my thinking that was Bill. Until Kathy came along, I wouldn’t fly with anyone at the controls other than him.” Then with a grin that Eileen couldn’t see, “I suspect he has given you his version of what happened – tempered with his modesty, of course – when our rental quit on us on.