Softly touching your calves, I slide my hands up your legs, rising up I go. My face is now even with the large bulge in your boxers. My tongue darts... out lick the fabric that covers your beautiful cock, teasing you with my hot breath. Your bound hands come down to touch my head, gently caressing me, while I lick and nip at you. “hmm” you hear and feel me moan against you. I crave your touch, but know I must follow the plan we put into place. I linger for a moment, nuzzling your crotch. Instead of the familiar two-handed yoke between the pilot's legs there were two armrests with a joystick on one and a centered slider on the other, backed up with a dial. In the captain's (left) chair was a thick folder. I picked it up and walked back to the recliner where I sat and began to read."Hi, Jim.We now own most of a Cessna Citation X that started out with a crushed tail section and collapsed landing gear. The insurance paid off all but a million on the jet after a containerized cargo. They said they wanted to have fun with us like we were having fun.Stella said she would allow Sam to suck their cocks while they played with her tits, but Sam's pussy was for her husband when she took her home later.The guards smiled and walked over to Sam pulling her top off and playing with her tits, the first one got his BBC out and pushed it into her mouth.Stella was amazed how easy it was to control Sam and make her do anything she wanted.Sam just allowed the black guard to face fuck her. He wondered if this was a good time to reappear in the living room. But he paused and listened to Emmy’s response.“You seriously came here thinking you could lure me away from Paul?” Emmy asked, offended by his audacity. “I’m Paul’s wife. He chose me to warm his bed, to bear and raise his children, and to adorn his arm for others to see,” she said, repeating the words he had said to her so long ago about Serena when he told her she was only meant to satisfy his dark needs. “He doesn’t have any.