“Use your words and your gratitude please, Steven. I put my uniform back on just in case. Wait here.” He smiled, seeming proud of his aviation pun. “Go get it. My head bobs caused me to bounce on the dildo feeling the second ball pushing against me. Plan B is forty-five whacks for the forty-five minutes you fucked with me, then you suck me ’til I come in your mouth. “Thank you for coming in my mouth. I want to take it all.”
My hope that it would be obvious to someone watching, I was being forced, faded by the second. Go easy though, no accidental scrapes.”
He returned to his anticipatory stare, and I did as commanded. When we reached the gates in DFW and completed our post flight checklist, my heart thumped. Fuck my cock with that hungry, fucking mouth, you horny, little cock-sucking bitch.”
“Look at your head bobbing, Steven. You will regret it.”
“I’m not fucking with you, Mark, I swear.”
“When did I give you permission to call me that?”
I froze, trying to grasp what he thought
