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’ ‘I’m…fine,’ she gritted. ‘Oh, you will be.’ I moved my hands down off her shoulders and slid them to the back of the chair. I removed ...the cover to the panel and hit the power button. To the untrained eye, the apparatus in the back of the chair looked like an expensive stereo. Playing music was one of its functions, but that was later. I pressed a small blue switch and the restraints locked her arms and waist onto the chair. ‘Now,’ I said, rubbing my hands together, ‘Let us begin.’ I pulled. ..Clare was being so hot I was struggling to keep my cool, she was wearing a short flowing summer dress, I was still watching from the bar as Clare dropped her hand under the table and slid her dress slowly up her thigh, high enough for me to guess she had slipped her panties off, I was panting into my glass by now but had to somehow stay cool!! Sure enough Clare shifted her position and afforded me glimpse of her perfect pussy, I saw the light glisten on her juice and my mouth watered. Well. It felt so good playing with myself in public that I had to keep my lips closed tight so I wouldn’t burst out screaming. I leaned forward and lied my other hand sideways on the desk and cupped my left breast. God that felt good. Images of my dream started flashing though my mind as I came closer and closer to climax. I rubbed my clit with my thumb as I fucked myself with my middle finger. It wouldn’t be much longer now. Just as my orgasm hit I heard the teacher say, “OK girls, times up.”. There were no other passengers in first class. The travelers in the coach class sat behind us in another compartment, separated by a red curtain. The flight attendants probably had their break since none of them were around. I opened my safety belt. I stood up, looked around again, and checked whether everything was safe. No one was around. I loosened my tie around my neck and took it off. I untied it and leaned it over Bonnie’s arms. It was long enough for me to gently tie her hands to the.

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