“I hope you don’t get mad but I think your pretty hot looking.” What was I hearing? Me? Hot? I laughed to myself and looked up at Kelsey. “rea...ly?” Really he said. And something in his expression told me he was sincere. Just then I felt Kelsey’s hand on my leg, it slowly crept up until it was resting on my dick which was rapidly rising to the occasion. “You cool?” Kelsey asked me, the only way I could respond was to place my hand on his tool and start to jerk it. A smile came across Kelsey’s. Checking the note I’d made, I notice it’s your plane. I immediately become a bit more nervous, but figure at the very least I am about to enjoy dinner in the company of a beautiful lady in a Utopian setting tonight- what more can a man ask for? A crowd gathers at the receiving area of the strip, which is nothing more than a yellow line painted on the macadam. I’m so intent on trying to pick you out of the 40 people who file out of the plane that I’ve not noticed the band set up behind the. He took a step closer to her and bumped his hips forward, slightly over the door. She briefly stared at his groin and the restrained, growing bump in it. I saw her smile, turn to Mich then point back to the cop’s bulge. He shrugged, she shrugged and turned back to the cop. When she unzipped him, he dropped his belt and unhooked his commando uniform slacks. After pushing them to his knees, his semi hard rod bobbed against her chin.She cupped his sack and pulled him closer as she slowly stroked. In the moment however he thought he had momentarily touched heaven. Stars swam before his eyes and he pressed back against her hand greedily.-"Mmmm-guh! Oh, Mistress! Mmmm!" Oh. Isn't it cute? And her you told me you weren't a dirty little slut." Are you telling me now that you are?"At that he nodded. Her finger had stopped moving but he realized his arse had not. Here he was doing something he never-ever thought he would be doing. He was begging to have his ass fucked!"Please....Mistress...let.