I interrupted her, now and then, to check if she was doing a good job, pointing out spots that needed extra attention. When the job was finally done, ...I commanded her to fold the panties neatly and give them to me.Now standing in front of me, only wearing my shirt, I noticed that her nipples where so hard that they could cut right trough the fabric. The sight of her hard young breasts and her body odor, made me want to fuck her right there, but there was still a lesson to be taught, so I. She was in control and rode me like she stoled me. With my hands above my head I couldn't grab her hips to get her to slow down, and she told me that she especially likes guys that aren't monster dick owners, as the smaller ones hit the right spot.She was like a 140 lb pile driver, alternating bouncing and grinding, wiggles to the side and a goddamned mind boggling washing machine motion that was making me lift my ass as far off the bed as I could get with my hands grabbing the fucking. "Bronze, instead of copper. Wanna chance it?"Aquarelle moaned. "What's the worse can happen?" she asked. She pickedup the sword. Swung it around a few times. "Nice."Keys nodded to the sword. "It's blessed. I can't touch it. Extra damageto the undead. Or the demonic." Seismic." It fit in the sheath, too. Aquarelle dropped her old sword."Let's go." You're not keeping that?" Alley Pin asked. "I'll take it." It's yours," Aquarelle said. "One rule. Don't fuck anyone with it." Awww. You spoil all my. Those of you who are infidels will die and be lost forever, but those of you who are true followers of Allah will find peace and glory in the afterlife."There were four ISIL people in the other part of the cabin with the rest of the passengers. They were all armed with knives. The oration back there was essentially the same as what we just heard. We didn't know the precise target the ISIL had for this plane, but it was obvious that they planned to crash it into something and create a situation.