.. Mister.”He opened his pants, and took his huge cock out and said, “You have to pay extra if you like to fly First Class.”I was now really sca...ed. He pushed me to sit down on the toilet. “How old are you slut?”“I’m fourteen.” I stuttered.He put his hand on my head and started to rub his hard big cock all over my face. I started to cry but he just ran his cock through my tears.“You better be quiet you little tramp or I’ll tell the captain that you’re flying first class without paying for it.”I. "Who is who?" I wondered aloud before the synapses in my brain caught up. "Oh! No way, Gail. I would never do that. Not in a million years." Uh-huh," was her reply. I got the distinct impression that she didn't believe me."Seriously," I said in what I hoped was an authoritative voice. "Not once in our entire marriage have I considered something like that." Liar," she said but she was smiling."Really!" I insisted."I believe you have never been unfaithful," she said. "But you used the word. The door opens as soon as her knuckles leave the wood. Hesmiles as he beckons her into the house, only one word audible to her:excellent. No other words are spoken as she follows him down the hallway; shecan hear music playing though she cannot readily identify the piece. Near the end of the hallway they enter a small bedroom.Without prompting, she immediately disrobes, folds her few items of clothingand places them neatly in the wardrobe. As she stands before him, shivering,she asks herself. “We dance all the time.”“Save one for me when y’all break, Jack, it is Jack, right?” she asked sweetly with her hands behind her back which helped those great tits to point right at me. Obviously, she had inquired about me from a cocktail waitress or the bartender. I was flattered.We played a slow number, then immediately did our pre-break shuffle and announced a break. John, our bass player, came over to me and asked, ”Was she hitting on you right in front of that guy?”“Looks like it, huh?” I.