Their nonstop Air France plane left the international airport at 7:40 PM and was on time. The plane was not full so passengers had the option to choos...e more comfortable locations while riding out the nine plus hours to Paris.By the time they were over Iceland, dinner had been served, lights dimmed and passengers had settled down for a nap. Some, like Troy, covered themselves with a blanket hoping to catch some Z's.It didn't turn out that way at first. Mme. Moreau had a different kind of. We fucked all night to the next morning. We awoke with the guys returning from my wife’s room. I got partially dressed and went back to our room. “Where did you go to?” My wife enquired. “I went to the guy's room and I really enjoyed myself. Stephen and I fucked each other all night. Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked. “I suppose I did but I wondered where you'd went to,” she replied. “He has a superb big cock and his cum tasted great,” I informed her. “Are the guys coming to your room. Oh shit, George, fuck me good. I hear Sue say ‘Adriana, sit on your husband’s face.’ George moves over to the other nipple. Yes!!! We fuck at an easy pace for over ten minutes. I’m climbing that mountain but it’s taking a while. Do I need pain to get me there now? Five minutes later and I take over for George on my nipples. I start to pinch and twist both my nipples and that seems to shoot me over the edge. I tense and arch my back. ‘Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssss! Fuck……me…….George.’ After I. Lifting, stretching the leather straps, Megan’s naked body’s hoisted painfully upward toward the pulley twisting from the ceiling, his body lifting with hers by his stretched testicles. Her head jerks back and forth, her bound, up stretched arms repeatedly arching backward, slamming forward, her frantic fingers scraping against the clanking chain. Struggling, groaning, her tautly bound breasts stretch up past her cheekbones, her areolas, nipples stretching tautly flat across her bulging.