.to them...and just let my thoughts drift into daydream world. I couldn't begin to form a picture of what I'd look like or how the evening would pan o...ut. All I knew was that I was in their hands. The girls had a plan and a clear picture of what I was to be and they were working to that plan with me being an obedient submissive girl. It was actually really exciting...being helplessly in their hands.Once my hair was done I was whisked off to the makeup artist and she worked on my face for a. He walked across the diningroom towards the living room where the landline was.He picked up the phone and put it to his ear before speaking."Maxwell residence," John said in a soft, feminine voice and waited forthe response on the other end. He frowned when he heard sounds on theother end of two people talking, but he recognized his Husband's voice."I want those out by tomorrow," he heard Diana say in her strong, verydomineering voice. He licked his lips at hearing her commanding tone,sending a. My emotions ran riot with my senses, and as I bucked and fucked, I knew my body was doing something for me that I could only hope for in my dreams. My whole being was telling you in its own language that we were one, that we were inseparable, that we were meant to own each other this way.My mind gave up as your thrusts continued harder and faster than ever, and the ecstasy of feeling so alive was truly enlightening. I knew this was right. I knew this was what we were meant to be doing. I knew. We all met and got on the party bus down the I-95 to Miami, all of the lads had ourselves looking sharp and the girls were looking gorgeous, especially my milf of a manager. I had a few drinks in me now and the Irish charm was working its way through our conversation hopefully distracting her from seeing me staring at her. She was wearing a tight little black backless dress that could barely contain her huge breasts and a pair of black french knickers(which i'm convinced she gave me a glimpse.