I blushed a little, then met her gaze directly. "Yeah, I'm okay," I said. "It's just that the explosives I shoved up my ass this morning hurt a litt...le." She smiled, then put on an expression of mock severity. "Oh sir, you should never joke with the TSA! We have to investigate every possibility when terrorism might be involved. I'll need you to take your clothes off and lie down on that table."I did as she said, noticing her gasp as I dropped my boxers and exposed my now-hard 9" cock. She. "He loosened his tie and leaned back into the leather of the chair,eyelids low as if heavy with sleep. Her smile was back to frozen grace,almost painted-on.He wondered how she would bruise."Take this. Take us. Just for example. I don't even know your name, andyou sure as hell don't know mine. Why is that? Mindless fear? No. Anunderstanding of risk. A predator's eye for danger. We're looking forsomething short-time. Something violent. A fling, real high-concept,yachts, international waters,. One thing that did catch my eyeswas a device that looked like some kind of glove. I picked it up and slidit over my right hand and I instantly felt a tingly sensation in my hand.I held my hand out palm up and small bolts of electricity began toflicker form my finger tips. The boys were all in awe of watch the glove.I decided to try something, I balled my hand into a fist and concentratedon the thought of a shock wave blowing out away from me. As I thoughtthis a huge burst of energy erupted from. .You bend me over and lift my skirt, I feel the cool breeze on the top of my stocking clad leg snad then smack! My ass quivers as you spank me 5 times, then stroke my ass telling me the safe word to stop whenever I want. I say I'm ok and you tell me I'm a good girl but need to be taught a lesson for trying to play with your cock all the time. You tell me to kneel on the chair so that my ass is in the air and lie forward on the back of the sofa, I count each time I get a smack, and can feel my.