I don’t know exactly what you are saying, but I guess you’re helping to get things ‘ready’. Your left hand has left my lower back and is now b...ing used to spread my cheeks apart. Are you showing me off?Suddenly I can’t feel your reassuring warm hands anymore. I can no longer feel the warmth of your body next to mine. I feel a blindfold being lowered into position and everything goes black. My other senses explode. I can hear naked footsteps and the sound of lips touching and hands wondering.. For the grand finale, when the drink cart came by Cindy asked for club soda. Of course as the stewardess handed it over, Cindy mishandled it and poured a nice amount of club soda on her shirt. Instant wet t shirt contest. And we have a winner. Greg gasped, couldn't begin to hide that he was looking, said "oh" then quickly got up and ran to the rest room. The stewardess, a veteran of many flights had probably seen it all. Unperturbed, she quietly said to Cindy, "I think that may have been more. That might be a question, which invites an answer. Or it might be a test. I felt the tip of his cock exploring my well-lubricated anus.“Good slut,” he said again, as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside me. I felt the glimmering of what would become a desperate longing to please him, to hear those words, to be his good femmeboi slut.I gasped and whimpered as he began to push inside of me. He was so thick! “Now you can answer my question, slut: you will not speak until I tell you, yes?. It failed to produce more depth, but the squirming rubbed the head across her cervix again, resulting in another convulsion in her depths. Still grinding down on him she adopted a rocking motion, her pelvis moving forward and backward. That way the waves of pleasure came rhythmically. Looking down on him through the curtain of her forward-fallen hair, she needed to verbalise her joy. It was like a dam bursting. She had to express all the pent up emotion, her elation at discovering her new.