Dom and I left Jane in charge of Z1 and took SC1 in for a close look at Greenland. Dammit, we couldn’t find a place where we were willing to take a ...hance on landing, so we had to disappoint AI about getting his dirt samples. The ground was just too rough to take a chance on a conventional landing, and there was not enough grass for us to take a chance on using the wooden ski. We just had to abandon the whole idea of landing until we could come back with a helicopter.The trip to Iceland was. My hand slid down her back over her perfect ass, squeezing it slightly. I moved it down further, under her short-cut dress. I pull the dress up around her waste and slide my hand back down to explore.“Fuck, I knew it!” I said to her, “I knew you never wear underwear in class”“What did I say about the language?”“Shut the fuck up, slut.” I said, sliding two fingers into her already wet pussy.Mrs. SlutyAsainWifey responded with a whimper.After a very moderate fingering, I pull my fingers out of. I was terrified that the lady was about to get up and shout - but she was oblivious to the fact that we had changed and just mumbled that she was loving it.The masseuse was now going to town on my cock while I was edging closer and closer to the American's pussy. Then she arched her back, widened her legs slightly, and was breathing really heavily. The masseuse nodded at me. "Go on," she mouthed.I needed no encouragement. I slipped two fingers inside and started to fingerfuck her. Slowly at. God I loved that natural scent of hers.We didn’t sleep together until that weekend in Monaco, which puzzled me, as models tend to have a reputation: not for being easy, but rather only being available to men who needed to carry their wallets in a luxury version of the little red wagon. So I was very surprised that she slept with me that weekend. By Monday I was too exhausted to be surprised about anything. On the plus side, her legs still wobbled when she walked down the catwalk on Tuesday, so.