..beg me, honey to feed you!" I taunt. This is what I love...my husband so submissive, so compliant to my demands."Please, baby, make me cum....I need... it..MMMMMMMM...!" he moans as I continue to tongue fuck his ass and stroke his hard cock. "Please what... tell me....what are you going to do...if I let you cum... what are you going to do for me? I want to hear you, Michael, beg me to feed it to you!" Please, honey, please feed me.... Feed me my cum... make me eat it, OH! I want it so bad, make. There appeared tobe a small coffee outlet but was closed at this time of the morning. I saw the men working hard preparing for the arrival of a plane. Soafter getting permission I wandered over to gate 69 where it was todock. The plane approached, the still low sun glistening against itspaintwork. "Simon," I heard my Mum shout as the plane approached too fast tostop in the remaining distance. Mum started running towards me. My father who was further awaydidn't see what was happening. Before the ropes hit the roof, they all Australian rappelled out of the helicopter. Going face first out of the helicopter was not Cal's idea of fun. Nick saw the concern on his face. Nick was just glad he did not have to push his friend out again. They all landed on the roof almost simultaneously. They unhooked from their ropes and gathered around Nick. Nick used hand motions to tell everyone what to do. They crashed the second floor—some of them entering by rappelling off the roof through the. Near to closing time, she came over and asked if we wanted one more, who doesn't and we bought her a drink, the only ones left she sat with us and made conversation. I left to have a piss. Like most London pubs the fucking toilets are underground and it seemed to take an age. when I got back, the barmaid was bent over the table with my buddy pumping her from behind. His trousers and pants around his ankles. The barmaid's tights and knickers just down her thighs, her belly and tits squashed.