This time round she was more willing.I had my fingers in her and my mouth was on her tits which by now were exposed. Every time an air hostess walked ...past, we covered up with the blankets.By now my dick was thick and throbbing. I pulled her head down to my dick and made her suck. All I could hear was the sound of the plane. Her mouth was all over my dick. I continued fingering her from the back until she came. As she came, she sucked harder on to my cock.Being Indian, I expected her to be more. “So, you would rather be spanked and poked like a slave than go live with Grandma?” I asked.“Pretty much, Sir,” Buttercup said. She didn’t speak with the same formal style of speech like her mother did. She was still talking to me in her usual tone of voice, except now calling me Sir and not being quite as sarcastic. “I might actually learn to stop being a cunt this way. I don’t think I’ll ever be a proper little lady, but if I lose the bet, I’ll do my best to try,” she said.I found it hard to. . Ohhhhhh god. Yes yes yess.. Ohhhhh.”Then I stopped when I realized she was about to cum. I held her by her face, kissed her and slapped her right tit. She moaned. I slapped again and this time, she moaned louder.I whispered in her ear, “You love this, don’t you, my bitch?”. She stayed quiet. I slapped her tit and asked her again, “Would you like to be my bitch?”She said, “Yes, sir”. That’s all I wanted to hear. I opened her blindfold and cuffs.She laid back and allowed me to kiss her lips. I picked up my phone without even looking at the ID."Hi Pumpkin!" Hi sweetie! How's your practice coming?"I smiled. "Oh, just fine. I'll show you some neat stuff when you come home. Everything okay on your end?" Oh, I'm fine. I just called to check. Any changes?"I took me a second to realize what Melanie was talking about. A new period was starting just as Melanie called. "No, no changes or bumps. All systems go." Well, that's good. Eric, I'll be working late again tonight. I should be home by.