But, yes, I had a tattoo, just in my left inner wrist of the BDSM symbol. I’ve wanted to do it ever since I recognized my submissive nature and so I... finally did it. Anyway, my watch will cover it most of the times. Although, right then I wasn’t wearing it, since I left it back home. And there I was, with an eight hour flight to face and bored as hell, until I noticed a curious fact: the flight had more male stewards than female, and yes, some pretty hot male stewards. The one assigned to my. "I grinned, "mostly it is swamp but there is a small clearing where emergency vehicles can land, that is where we are going to land. First thing in the morning is a mass breakfast where our target will have to attend."I looked at lieutenant commander Jorge, "your wings will have the job of securing the route in and out. They need to do it without anyone noticing."I zoomed in the holograph and reached out, "this is..."The next hour I went over my plan before I looked at everyone. The commander. "That's better, now some sun cream, mmmm" moaned Gemma as the boy pulled off her shiny bikini bottoms, and pushed his tongue into her cunt. Meanwhile the girl had donned a white tee-shirt and thong and was pushing a large vibrator into the boy's raised bottom. Finally Gemma turned over, taking the boy's small but rigid prick into her still sore arse, with the little girl on top of the heap screwing the boy with a strap-on dildo. Juices were beginning to flow when the Maid called out "Hurry up. From what I can see through the sheets of falling water, it seems that the weather has sent a few campers packing and the rest have either retreated to their tents or headed off site.By the time I reach the wooden building that houses the showers I am thoroughly drenched. Inside it’s really humid and appears to be completely deserted, except I notice, for one person’s belongings hanging in the changing area and I can hear one of the showers running. I quickly strip out of my soaked clothes and.