She turns to face me, swaying and gyrating and begins her exercise routine. Caressing full breasts and running fingers along her curves, she dances se...ductively above me and turns around to watch me in the mirror. She lets the weight tug sharply on her nipples, dips before my hungry eyes, and massages her rose petals till they’re swollen. She retreats before I can react and continues with her sinful gyrations.Astride a fruit basket, continuing to watch herself and me in the mirror, her love. Please help me come…she whispered to me as I was sucking her clitoris while we were flying at 35,000 feet. My dream Cunt ,my obsession was right there in front of my face…. It has happened at last. But, let me start with a small introduction. I am 56 and in the Pink of health, a Surgeon by profession I run my own Hospital in Indonesia , .My wife like me is part Malay and part Indian and is 51 and very pretty, slightly overweight and losing interest in Sex. However we share a very happy home and. . But my dick was telling otherwise… U can imagine my position…! A 12th standard boy who hardly knew how to masturbate sitting in a bus with a bag and a book in his lap with some strangers hands in his pants covered cock and now he is about to open my zip? ! I was in a state of shock.. Mixed feelings of a young school boy. My cock was never touched my anyone before but me…And someone is now touching my cock for the very first time and even though my mind knew that this hand does not belong to a. .. Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore without exploding into an intense orgasm He withdrew His fingers. "Don't even think about cumming, slave slut!" he hissed. "Mmhh..." She moaned in frustration, feeling horny as hell but not being allowed to cum. "What's Your purpose, slave girl?" he asked her. "My purpose is to serve You, Master," she managed to reply, still a bit out of breath. "Very good, my little slut. That's why I'm not sure whether you should be aloud to cum at all.