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flight
Date: 10/29/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: dragonfly_81, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
I pressed my legs together. I felt hot and nervous. The texture of my seat on my most private parts let me think of all the people that might have sat here before, all the germs i was now exposed to, no safety layer of cloth between the much used surface of this cheap airlines narrow passenger accommodation that was called a seat. For me it also could have been an electric chair, it gave me no comfort. He had given me strict rules. No panties, short skirt, no bra. On a five hours flight. To where he would wait for me. I did all he requested so far. I wanted to be a good girl. But now my nervousness took over, I doubted my own decision. I wished myself back home into my little apartment, back to safety. The other people on the plane went about their own business; reading, talking, or just staring holes into the air. I felt relieved when i had reached my seat. Though the skirt slid up over my ass the moment I sat down, I felt much less exposed to public eyes than before. But now I had to get up again, that, or wet up the seat. When natures call became unbearable, I got up slowly, blushed, while i tried to pull down my skirt again as much as possible without causing much attention. Too afraid to check the faces beside and behind me, I stumbled forward in my new black high heels. It seemed the longest walk of my life. I felt my huge boobs swinging with every step under the thin blouse he had chosen me to wear. There were probably eyes burning into my behind too, it was just ...