The first flight to NYC was just under four hours and Issy was happy crammed into a typical American domestic flight. For her, even though everything ...as crap, it was exciting, thrilling and new. She was finally on what you would call a “journey”. The fabric on her seat may be threadbare, the food may be potato chips, the person next to her might smell, but she was delirious with excitement to finally be off on her own. Issy was being sponsored on this trip by the university so most of the. Long ago, I'd attached the whole cross to a frame, all the better to pivot my specimen to my liking. I gave it a whirl and it glided smoothly about, reminding me of a gyroscope.Everything was perfect, except for my outfit. I hardly felt ready to utilize my strong body while wearing cutoff shorts and a white crop top. So, into my fetish closet I went! My sub was in for a world of pain that night, so I needed an outfit that was aggressive and feminine, yet wouldn't limit my range of motion.I had. I turned about and she was leaning again the bar, arms crossed with the most pissed off look on her face. So, I said goodbye to my friend and headed to the bar.I asked her what was up and she was livid! 'Whos that slut? Why didnt you introduce me? She wants to fuck you, I can tell! If she goes near you again I'll fucking kill her!' (Crazy or what!!)OMG. I told her she was just a friend that I worked with, that I would never fuck her if I had the chance (yes, I would have if I could have! lol).. She set the cruise again and had her legs spread as far as she could giving the circumstances and she began fingering her very wet pussy while I rubbed her Clit. The sound of her fingers going in and out of her very wet pussy as she finger fucked herself was incredible.This went on for only a few miles when she told me she wanted me to drive so she could masturbate without worrying about driving. After I pulled my pants up she pulled along side of the road so we could switch places and soon.