" I'm sure you have," she said, and then she paused as if thinking of her next words."Listen... Jonathan" she said, reading the nameplate on my unifor..., "This is just a short flight and there's no one in First Class right now. Can I move you up where there's a little less people and a lot more room?" Sure!" I said. So she moved me up to First Class. But that was only part of the surprise."Jonathan, I hope you won't think I'm some kind of firefighter slut or anything but I'd really like to thank. We started planning our meetup. I was in Pune and she was in Mumbai. We decided to meet midway in Lonawala.She booked a premium hotel room in Lonawala for the weekend. (We even discussed various other things, but this being a sex story, I won’t bore the readers with those details. So, please don’t think about discussions which might have followed in between).I packed my bag and carried a variety of basic household items to be used in the BDSM session like ropes, table tennis paddle, cloth pins,. I could feel astirring in my panties.I decided to have a good look round his room and it was in thatsearch that I found something very interesting.What I found was a couple of magazines. They were definitely formale consumption but were of a certain kind in that all thepictures in them were of schoolgirls in various states ofundress. Most of the girls were in school uniform to some extent.So that was what Tom was into, schoolgirls.The photos did nothing for me except to give me an idea.If Tom. Once he had left the room the boys burst into laughter."Did you belive him," Tom said."Yes; it will be soon, when the master comes," Dave got out trying to keep a straight face.But their laughter died when the gong sounded. The door open and into the room walked one young man and four women. Their skin was pale in color, their eyes dark, and their lips red.They stood at the far end of the table near the chair. The boys could not belive their eyes. Someone was sitting on the chair. His hair was.