Greg asked if he could see me in my lingerie. So I did a little striptease for him. I slowly pulled off my sweater over my head. I bent over at the wa...st and pulled down my pants. I turned toward him with just my bra and panties on. My erection wasn't being hidden by my panties much."You look very sexy," Greg told me unexpectantly.I thanked him, and without thinking, put my hand on my cock and started rubbing it. Greg watched me stroking my cock for a minute before he took out his cock. I had. "You've got a fantastic pair of tits" was his opener, for example"Umm, thanks" I said" I was watching them BOUNCE as you were riding" He circled me"You've got a GORGEOUS ARSE as well!" he annnounced He gave it a little flick with a riding crop"OW" I protestedHe was not one ounce sympathetic: He spun me round "Come here" He clamped his mouth over mineHe was SO gorgeous, it would have been churlish to resist.Soon he had filled his hands with my big firm tits, crammed as they were into a. He probably didn't even know what he really wanted at that point anyway, so there was no reason to let him speak. The contract he'd signed three months beforehand had made it clear what we both could and could not do, and it was all I needed.He'd told me what he wanted the other week, when he wasn't aroused. That's how I knew he meant it. He said how he'd never seen any of his hour-long BDSM videos all the way through. He always ended up wanking, only a few minutes into one. He has no self. To supply these needs there were two ‘tank farms’ just outside the city. Each of them held about a month’s supply of fuel. The most dangerous of the ‘tank farms’ was that which held gasoline, aviation gasoline, and jet fuel. The presidential chopper was almost over the gasoline ‘tank farm’ when Kar noticed the problem. The presidential chopper, as well as that carrying the vice-president, went into steep high speed dives. The remote control pilot focused his attention on the tank with the X.