Ahmed slid his hand under her knee-length skirt and started fingering her pussy. Having just fucked her in the seat, I knew mom wasn’t wearing panti...es. Ahmed was going to find her pussy to be wet with anticipation.After a light dinner, it was time. I went and entered the first-class bathroom on the right side of the aircraft. Soon, Hans joined me, followed in a few seconds by Sarayu. We were all naked by the time Ahmed came in and locked the door.Ahmed said he had tipped the flight attendant. When we arrived to see the new home for the first time, we were giddy with excitement, eager to see it, even if somewhat sad at having to have left our friends and school for the new adventure. The farm manager, Jackson, greeted us warmly, a balding older man in his late 50's or early 60's. He gave Dad the keys to the house and the office inside the barn. He explained that in the office, each building key was marked and hanging. He also had a small bungalow on the property as part of his. "Now for the best part," she said and got a beautiful long blondewig which she then put on my head and fixed it so it wouldn'tcome off that easy. Then she handed me a dress and told me to putit on.It turned out to be some kind of a maid's uniform, only with amuch shorter skirt. In fact it was almost too short ?? you couldsee the tops of my stockings when I moved just right. Then shetold me to sit again and grabbed a pair of black patent pumpswith heels as high as hers and put them on my. .. you're someone who ... that you... ?"Ferhana put down her coffee and smiled reassuringly at Ana. "It's not that uncommon you know, Ana," she remarked. "Zabba's just someone who's interested in women as well as men." Does that make you, like Binta, someone who is, as they say... ?"Zabba put a hand on Ana's wrist. "Don't say it out loud. Someone might hear you. But of course I am. I'm just not exclusive like Binta. There's nothing wrong with it, whatever President Marmeluke and his prudish.