I moved my buttocks close to the guy and leaned towards Victor, putting my head on his shoulder. I moved the blanket to cover my shoulder arm and hand...that was now in the guy’s lap.Trying to grab his dick through his pants, I could feel he was hard but could only feel the base of his cock. It must have been stuck in his pants pointing down. He reached down and fixed himself, making his cock pointing up.Then I could grab the full shaft, but still only through his pants.He opened his zipper and. The deep red Network XXIII helicopter had left the city and was flying westward over Jersey toward Pennsylvania and western New York, ultimately to arrive in Illinois by evening.They were flying low and fast at about 1000' and the flight had been going uneventfully as Max made continuous wisecracks since they left.Somewhere over monotonous farmland, Monique heard a rattling sound, almost like hail striking the helicopter."What was that noise?" Monique asked, somewhat in alarm."What noise?". But he was not going to get what he wanted! How dare he even. “I said no, Master. I am angry with you. I am not doing it.”“Three.”I wasn’t even giving him a reply to that. I knew I wanted it but I was not going to do it. I was angry and he was now turning my anger into some kind of sex game. That was not cool. Pfft!“Four.”“Five.”“Six.”I was wondering what the punishment was going to be. Unfair, why would I be punished for telling him off about something that was none of his business. When the bowls water, soaps, oil cottons and linen were ready, with two claps of his hands he summoned for another subject to be brought in for fucking. She had long brunette hair and dark olive hazel eyes. Her pubic mound was covered in a thick bush of pubic hair, and her breasts were already large. But this time, my king surprised me. With his foot, he nudged the washing and rinsing bowls aside and directed me to sit between his knees. He spread them apart and scooted his butt down on the.