“And your lip gloss?”She nodded, “It’s cherry, of course. And yes, it was strawberry last week. But I couldn’t find blueberry!”“Hmm,” ... said with a silly grin, moving my eyes up and down, “I really love cherries, and it’s hard to decide which cherry dessert I should have?”“You’re bad!” she laughed.“It’s much more fun to be bad than good,” I grinned. “I think I have to pass on dessert because of my diet. Well the three you mentioned first, anyway!”“You’re a real flirt, aren’t you?”“When I’m in. Right?”She nodded. I smacked her ass. ‘Tell me.”“Sucking cock is a privilege, not a right.”“You came up with that all by yourself too, good girl.”I lazily brushed a finger across her clit causing her to shudder. “What would you like to do now?”“Suck your cock,” she responded immediately.“Drool for the spectators first,” I said, slipping a ring gag into her mouth.“Ohhh,” she let out a surprised moan as I slid the asshook in. I attacked a rope from the loop on the end over her wrists to her. "You sit up front. The helmet has a built in headset so we can talk to each other. If you would, don't put your feet on the pedals, and if you do, don't push. You can feel how I push them. Treat the stick the same way, you can put your hand on it but don't push, let me control it."Steve began doing his preflight check, explaining to me what he was doing. He checked the fuel for water, checked all the moving parts on the plane, moving the tabs back and forth. He even kicked the tires. He opened. She is quite beautiful, 37, friendly face, blond, green eyes and still looks great for her age, with a nice round ass and big tits and a hour glass figure, but no match to the Mistress. I think it is because of the superiority that the Mistress somehow adds to her being a woman that makes the difference. With only one meeting my Mistress completely changed my view on the world. Chantal was not home and was probably doing the groceries. I went upstairs and quickly undressed. One glimpse in the.