.Robert Palmer…. Anxiously awaiting his plane’s arrival, pacing on trembling legs between the monitor and the gate, counting every minute…cell p...hone clamped tightly within my sweaty palm…whispering to myself…”oh god…oh god…” feeling slightly nauseous. Swallowing the lump in my throat as I hear the announcement of the plane’s arrival at the gate….stiffening, turning to watch the disembarking passengers…suddenly unsure of why I was there….’oh my god…I can’t remember what he looks like…” blinking. I had a short skirt on, with no panties, and the thought of lifting it up to take each one of them was running through my mind for nearly two hours, while I teased them and we talked. Their dorm was only three blocks away and as we rode the elevator up, I put my arm under two of the guy’s arms and let them escort me to their room. When we arrived, they tried to get me to join them for a beer, but I drank water and told them to put on some music and I would dance for them. I was out of my. It was the most enjoyable combined orgasm they had. Then she was snoring and Brad got off the bed, cleaned his sheen off his cock, made a quick stop in the bathroom and then stepped down the stairs to the kitchen to prepare some food.Soon as the cereal bowls were ready with the fruits and nuts over the cereal with milk and coffee started perking, Linda came down in the kitchen. She was in no hurry but of course in a kinky mood, Brad thought, as he saw her wearing his shirt that covered up to. I could hear his breathing, and he could hear my moans and the sounds of my vibrator working itself in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. Over breakfast the next morning he remarked it sounded like I was enjoying myself, "I was", I retorted, "girls do masturbate too", I added, just so he knew I heard him jacking off.I never used the laws in place to report his sexist views, or intimidating behaviour, I was simply not that type of weak scared girl, I gave as good as I got, and I got good bonuses.