I could have reached out and touched her. She looked startled, and brought up a camera she had in her hand. The flash went off right in my eyes, and b...linded me. I stumbled past her, and Jennifer Sprague grabbed my sleeve as I almost passed my row."You're not supposed to get drunk until tonight," she whispered, grinning at me.Everybody was grinning, and all I wanted to do was sit down and cry.We were all supposed to sit down at the same time, when the music stopped. It was about then that I. Emma loved the way that there were three naughty bare bottoms staring at her from the wall, and all were standing obediently and waiting for her instructions. It was hard for her to believe that three women, one aged fifty-three-years-old, one aged forty-one-years-old, and one of twenty-four years of age, would be so submissive to an eighteen-year-old. However, they were today, just as they were always obedient when under her disciplinary control, but this was even more exciting given that. I hoped they could. “This is just the beginning Abbey,” Kara said with a wink. The kissing, cuddling, sensuous fondling of each others breasts, along with a couple of sneaked mimosas made the trip to the airport speed by. We were there. I tapped on the partition. “What airline are we flying Sam?” I asked. “Ma’am, V.I.P.s do not fly on the airlines,” Sam told me, “We have a chartered jet waiting to take us to LAX.” “No TSA security checks?” slurred Kara ever so slightly, “I can keep my shoes on?. I also let Lynne know that Keith fancied her and that we had the type of relationship where I would be happy if they got together as he frequently watched me getting fucked and touched up by guys at the beach. Despite this, Lynne resisted any suggestion that she and hubby should follow through perhaps because it would be awkward with her mum and son, until the last night before they went home. She had got quite tipsy at a Farewell Party the hotel put on for families leaving the next day and.