She seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time washing my thighs, her eyes locked on my manhood, before finally bringer her hands up to it. Gripping...me at the base, she twisted her hands around it, keeping up the pretense of washing me, but making me moan too."Does that feel good?" She asked, finally taking her eyes off my thick cock, and looking up at me. In her eyes danced a mischievous smile that I could only return as I nodded my head. "Good!" She stated, and started moving her hand up. Here I am on my way to face my greatest fear,and I'm scared of the view out the window next to me. Maybe I only have so much braveness to goaround? It's silly really."Excuse me, can I get you some soda water? It'll settle your stomach if your feeling nervous." Even the stewardess can see how terrified I am despite the strong face I'm trying to put on.She's right, the soda does help my stomach, but of course the real problems are in my head. I can't help but to imagine all of these crazy. " Sir puts a blindfold on me and then tells me to put your hands behind my back and I feel him wrapping rope around my hands, through my collar ring and around my boobs. He then guides me to another area of his room and spreads my legs apart. I feel him slipping a cuff around each ankle and then he snaps them and I can't move my legs. The rope around my wrist is then pulled taunt causing me to lean forward to take the pressure off. Essentially I am now attached in a manner that my ass is. I copied her with mine. My cock was hard but this time it didn't bother me so much. She looked down, noticing the bulge it made in my shorts and I smiled sheepishly. Before we separated she pulled me down to kiss me, as I went to hold her my hands brushed against her breasts and I felt an electric shock as I felt the soft heavy mass of them. This time, before going back to bed, I went to the toilet and masturbated vigorously. In the morning we once again said nothing about the night before..