Il2s rarely flew above 2000 metres and most often much less. All Soviet aircraft were heavy on the controls, but the Il2 was brutal on its pilot. John... felt like he'd just gone 10 rounds with a heavyweight wrestler when he landed after his first flight. But, flat out, 50 metres off the ground, it was a thrilling aircraft to fly.'Oz' had found somewhere to stay the night in Perpignan. It was at the house of a local supporter and a dozen of them were crammed into the small lounge.His head was too. I climb on top of her, and she takes my penis in her hand and guides it to the entrance of her vagina. Slowly, I press inward and I can feel her begin to tense up as if it's hurting so I back off. I ask her if it's bad and she says that it definitely hurts but it "hurts good" which I admit to her, I don't understand a fucking bit and we both bust into laughter. The weird thing is that it feels like it's slipping in so easily to me that I'm surprised it seems to hurt her, so I am trying to be. " "Drop your pants." I unbuckle them and they drop to the floor. "How come you aren't hard for me slave?" "I'm sorry Mistress Mary, I think because the butt plug is too large?" "Don't give me that shit!" She pulls my panties down in the front and starts to caress and slap my balls and stroke my cock, which of course gives me an erection. "That's more like it slave!"She rolls on a condom and a rubber band around my cock. Not to tight. "You are to be gone 1 hour, don't be late!" "This is not to. "You're a lucky man," Jon said. "Why!" I demanded looking from one smirking face to another, "What do you mean he was right?" "Because you have amazing natural tits just like he told us," Jon said. "And you give fantastic head," Mike added. The reality hit me like a runaway train. Back at the condo I lay face down on the bed crying. Anger is not a strong enough word for the way I felt. Fury, embarrassment, violation: none of them strong enough by themselves. How could Pete violate me like that?.