"I'm not a slut", said a small voice somewhere inside Jessica's mind, but it was drowned out by the beer. That and her pussy making so much juice that...her thong was completely drenched.She would never have imagined that it was so arousing, so fucking hot, to be degraded and treated like nothing more than a piece of meat with holes. Before the night was over, she would discover just how pleasurable it was.The man quickly got tired of not having his entire dick inside her mouth. "Relax your. My meeting with President Martinez started at 1000. I expected a long day.It was two thousand miles from Morton; just a little over four hours. We boarded the plane at 0500. There were the four of us going plus six security men. A presidential security team was picking us up at the international airport. I informed President Martinez that we would all be armed.The flight was a working flight - still working on the Black Bear proposal. People in the office had worked late and many had come in. Your legs arestretched out in front of me and I see you are wearing those nicelittle mules that I commented on - you had me suck to lovely long heelslast time. You rise on leg and with your dainty toes gently kick thetip of my cock. I almost come immediately. To be touched after all thistime. You smile and I know what you are allowing me to now do.I gently take off your shoe and lift your foot into my mouth. I have tobend over and my arse aches still with the vibrating plug you put upme. I kiss. He quickly typed a reply, addressing Yvonne as "you dirty slut", and asking for more detail on what she meant.A number of messages ensued, and the guy realised that here was a slut who really was genuine, although it seemed so very naive.Once Yvonne had started on this course, she found that she couldn't resist pursuing it. She eagerly responded to every message that the guy sent to her.It was only a matter of days before the arrangement was made to meet at an outdoor cafe in town.Yvonne,.