KC and her gifts from Paris were just the kind of excitement the girls loved. I could see that the Paris trip for KC had set a precedent. On future tr...ps to such great cities, I’d be remiss not to take one of the girls with me. I wondered if that would include domestic flights.I had gotten personal credit cards for each of the girls except Brita, who waved off the request with a brush of her hand. She was already a billionaire so I didn’t push the issue. The arguments about using them had gone. Ellen put us into her bed and said, "You two will be more comfortable together. I'll sleep in the guest room." She was being polite as she wanted desperately to sleep with us.Kim said as she held Ellen's hand, "Stay with us. I'll feel so much safer." But the bed isn't that big." We can fit if we're friendly."Ellen smiled and kissed us both. She had to bend over to kiss me and I knew her nipples were erect.It was already late and we busied ourselves getting naked and helping Kim undress. We. I don't know how it slipped out, but I found myself saying, "Please Mistress, Imp will be a good girl, a good sidekick, please don't hurt Imp..." My voice dropped to a husky whisper, "Too much."I feel pain, just not like normal people. When you can get run over by a train, get up, dust yourself off, and get back to work, you'd better have a high threshold for pain, which unfortunately comes with the price of all your other senses being dulled. Of course when your new friend is nearly eight feet. So we formulated a plan. It was simple, get her drunk and fuck her. Simpler said then done I guess.My wife and I always went dancing and drinking on Friday nights. She loved dancing and I told Mario to come along. Dancing and drinking always made her horny. She was especially sensitive to slow close dancing when she had a few drinks. Mario was never a good dancer but I was. He was more athletic than I was though. He played football on the high school team. During the night we made sure my wife.