The rest of them were either ramming their cocks into Cathy’s face or kneading and sucking at her titsCathy was lost in the attention and shouted th...at she needed something bigger inside her. Without hesitation Gemma dropped the dildo and replaced it with three of her fingers that she pushed in and out of Cathy’s slit, shiny from the lube coating. Oh fuck Cathy said followed by a request to fuck her harder. Gemma was struggling a bit but furiously moved her hand back and forth as it produced. “If he chose to serve me as my thrall and I was his Queen!” she cooed and squeaked. It made me super jealous.“What about me?” I asked. I knew I wasn’t as hot as that guy but I was here now and I was her master. Why wasn’t she cooing and squeaking for me?“Well, you would be MY Master, obviously Sir” she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I blushed. I probably cooed and squeaked too. She had implied Taylor Kitsch would be worthy to serve her but she would still be serving me and that. More sex! Then you have to go to the airport and Jessica has to go to work.”“Sounds good to me!” I grinned.“Me, too!” Jessica agreed.February 14, 1993, Chicago, Illinois“When does the plane land?” Jesse asked as we sat waiting in the International Terminal at O’Hare.“See the board up there? It says the plane from Stockholm landed. They have to go through Passport Control and Customs.”“I remember!” he exclaimed. “In Sweden! ‘Passport please!’.”“Yes, that’s right. And when we came home from. To break the awkward-ness of the whole situation I walked over to the set of showers. They followed suit. As I showered myself off, my erection just wouldn't go away as I thought about what they were doing. I could see Chad watching me before finally asking, "Are you going to tell anyone about what you saw?" When I didn't reply he said, "I'll do the same for you as I did to Taylor" This was a tempting offer so I relented. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my neck and started to.