How the helldid this escape every part of planning for this trip? I had a sinkingfeeling...A perk of flying first class - a premium line to get throu...gh the securitycheck - this line was nearly empty, compared to the general screeninglines. I made my way to the TSA agent manning the podium and handed myboarding pass and drivers license to the TSA pre-check agent. He lookedover the two, looked at me, passed my documents back, "Have a niceflight..."I should have been more panicked - but I was. I knew he was wealth when he picked up due to his car was new jag. He fixed me drink and we sat on his couch and kissed and made out an heavy petting.He kissed my neck driveing me nuts as he did I rubbed his cock thru his pants which was hard.He asked me if he had gone to far I said to him if you did I would have stopped him. I asked him how far did he want to go and he said it was up to me.I looked at him an gave him kiss an asked him were his bathroom was he told me so I stood up leaned down. This basically involved getting an agent (pimp, I guess!) who would then send me details about various parties going on around my area. They were usually put on by the rich and elite of society who just wanted a fuck-toy for the evening. It was late on a Friday and I had been stood up and home alone when the email came through.Just half an hour walk was a party. The 'Expectation List' was as follows:- Rimming - giving/receiving- Anal penetration - receiving - Slave Play - receiving- Fisting -. Even poor Gerald, whimpering in his corner, is having a furtive peep. I giggle and blow him a mocking kiss.I get up on the table, stand next to Cynthia. The contrast is cruel as cruel can be. Giggle. My lush beauty is pointed up by her ugliness. And the opposite of course, she looks just terrible stood there next to me. I'm a nice height for a girl and she's short. I've got a heart stoppingly lovely face and hers is plain as pie. My lips are full and pouting, hers are thin and mean looking. My.