He reminds me not to wet my jeans and not to cum until he says I can, or there will be consequences. I nod my understanding, my hands gripping the ste...ering wheel even tighter, as I hump the dildo and the vibe moves against my tingling clit; every bump in the road adding another level to the sensations. The seatbelt making me feel strapped down, as I arch against it while I rock back and forth. I moan my pleasure, and he reaches over and takes hold of my collar. “Did you cum?” “No, but I’m too. “Dale is going to be our pilot for the first leg, but I’m sure you knew that. He insists on being in the cockpit every time we fly this plane. Once I button up back here, and make sure your seat belt is secured, I’ll let him know. We will be in the air in about five minutes.”I smiled and kissed his cheek before taking my seat in back next to Faith. I fastened my seat belt as Ryan closed and secured the door. As he checked our seat belts, he told us the crew would be sitting up front to give us. However, Lindsay seemed cruel and was in no rush to let me have my release. Instead she would pause in her fucking to slap my bottom or the inside of my thigh with her hand.She seemed to get as much pleasure from slapping me as from ramming the stiff rubber penis into me - even though I was sure that another end of it pressed inside her.Just as I thought I might be close to an orgasm, she stopped pumping into me and paused to pinch my nipples. Tiny electric pulses shocked my real skin hidden. As I kiss her, I let my hands wander over her body, up her arms, making sure the straps are tight, but not too tight. I allow my fingers to brush over her skin, slightly, gently touching her shoulders, chest, breasts. I break our kiss and gasp for air. I know my own lust will not let me hold out much longer, but I have to. I have to make the goddess understand how I feel. How I lust after her.I kiss her neck, over her collar bone, I kiss down over her shoulder, down, on the side of her breast,.