" "Why Cally, whatever are you talking about?" he asked. "I believe you thoroughly enjoyed last night. Am I mistaken? Maybe we should listen to t...his tape I made," he said with a smile. He turned on a small cassette tape and she heard her voice begging him not to stop and to fuck her harder. Cally slumped down in the chair. Her eyes filled with tears. She looked at Mr. Weber and sobbed, "What are you going to do with that?" Mr. Weber said, "Well that is up to you Cally. As long. I wanted this fat old man so badly, I couldn’t believe it. And apparently neither could anyone else on board as everyone stared and watched, which only made me hornier.We took a cab from the airport to the hotel. The driver was an older black man who was quite obese, probably 350 pounds, I couldn’t help but notice that he kept checking me out in the rear view mirror, and so did Mr. Thompson. “Show him your tits slut.” I looked at Mr. Thompson. He kissed me, to calm me, as I pulled down my dress. She held it against her cheeks to feel its smoothness and smiled giving a sign of appreciation. She then looked towards the door and I just moved aside. She then held the top which was made of a stretchy material with deep neck. When held in hand it looked like a hand-kerchief.Meantime, I just headed to the bedroom and slipped into bathroom asking for Sparsha if she is done. She replied saying it will make more time and asked if Radika is back. I said her no and she had messaged of being late. " I answered."Good shit" She handed me one, and took one herself.Thirty or so minutes passed of us cuddling and making out. Then the pills hit us like a fucking brick wall. Every little kiss, every little touch. Multiplied by a thousand."I want your cock right the fuck now. I don't care where." She exclaimed."Suck my cock then."I said, expecting a blowjob.She immediately pulled me out again and started pulling me towards her. She was throat fucking her self. This continued for five minuted. I.