I was lucky enough to be aging well. He came to the cockpit door and extended his hand to introduce himself and the co-pilot. My hot cum shot deep inside of her. I put one finger beneath her chin, lifting her face up to mine, and soon our lips were pressed asian together. “There’s two ways sleeping we could do this.” He concluded. That's all Flight Lieutenant James Robertson sleeping could see when he opened his eyes. No light seeped under a door or through a gap in a window's asian curtains. Where the hell am I? Is this death?
"What about it?" Even the sleeping choker she wore didn't look unusual. Still kissing me. I can feel her need and excitement as she wraps her arms around my head. That possessively lustful stare. asian "Well. Did she enjoy jerking Titan off? I feel another orgasm building and it feels like a squirt this time. Listen.” She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her head firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My left hand held her head down as I pulled the ball gag out of my pocket with my right. I moved my hand from the side of her head and gripped her nose, causing her head to jerk back and her mouth to open. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the wide Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the white of her asian eye get bigger as she began to realize there was no escape and the sleeping shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and dread. Her hands were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot – her skirt riding up tantalisingly – I did the same to her ankles. I slipped the black velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her head and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and make up from the others that had been in her position; the thought making my cock lurch that extra notch to it’s hardest. What had the last one been called? Teresa.
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