By eight o’clock, Jo Maitland was looking weary. She told Diana that she needed to get back to the Woods’ home so she could retire for the night. ...She complained that she was still suffering from ‘jet lag’ and laughed it off. Diana hugged her mother and father as they left and told them she’d see them the next evening for dinner at Pete and Mary’s. Her parents were in their late sixties, and she noticed they were starting to look every bit their age. She worried about them. Lynda and Tom. My rock hard 7 inches throbbed with every heartbeat. This is either going to be incredible or incredibly awful I thought as I began to dress.First, the garters and black thigh highs with the line up the back. Then the black lace panties over those. Next I slipped on my 5 inch black stilettos with the little black ankle straps. On went my little one piece black dress. I thought about tucking my cock back but decided against it. Instead I let the front of my dress stand at attention and thought. His fingers and tongue on different parts of my body, teasing, touching, licking and sucking; never in the same place or the same order. Suddenly there was nothing again. He's being very still and quiet and the anticipation is turning me on even more. Suddenly there's a noise, and a sharp sting. He's popped me on the inside of my thigh with the riding crop. I feel the leathery end of it tracing up and down my leg, and I can't wait for him to swing it again. The next sting comes in my left. I didn’t want your only experience with women to be pegging, either. Or oral, for that matter.“Think about it. How likely was it that a flight attendant these days would so casually initiate a young male virgin into the Mile High Club? I owed it to you ... and to your father’s memory, you see. If she does get fired, I told her that she can always come here, which she can actually do, anyway, and frankly I hope that she does. Sweet girl, the lovely Vigdis Magnussdottir from Keflavik, Iceland,”.