Jamal knew he had her hooked on his BBC and took his time. He would take her to our bedroom and fuck her for hours and then take a break and fuck her...for hours again. He would fuck her brutally hard at times and then slow and softly making sweet love to her. Either way she would have screaming orgasms. But I did notice a tendency for her to like it more when she was treated like a whore who do anything for his BBC. When Jamal would tease her and make her beg for his BBC she would cum. Say Sunny, or even June?"She started to answer and he put his finger to her lips."Before you answer that, think about it. When you came here today, did you intend to end up like this?" Of course not." she said"Are you unhappy that you did?" No!" she was frustrated. "But..." she stopped. She suddenly understood what he was getting at. She had done something crazy and wild and against the rules ... something completely unscripted and it had been wild and wonderful and full of ecstasy. There had. To keep my organs viable there had to be a consistent blood supply.As I began to wonder who was going to be the beneficiary of this latest transplant, I felt a presence. It was as if someone had moved next to me, put their arm over me to rest a hand on my shoulder. Softly I heard, "I hear you."It was a gentle voice and quite female. As I wondered if I was only going to be benefiting women I heard a laugh."I hear you," I replied."Now, don't be sexist," the laughing voice added. "I'm Stacey. Tom and Lynda also packed a bag for themselves and then they all headed to the airfield in Santa Monica to ready Brad’s Cessna 172 Skyhawk and filed their flight plan with the airfield’s control tower. By six o’clock in the evening, they were on their way to Las Vegas. Jay was a very competent pilot and he took advantage of a tailwind that put them at a small airfield outside of Vegas in just under two hours. By 8:30, they were all standing in the lobby of a small chapel just off the Vegas.