So I made the 9 hour or so two-stop flight to Tulsa International Airport. There, waiting for me at the gate in Tulsa, was Trent and his parents… do...’t get me wrong, Trent’s pictures online were smoking hot, but in person, he was fucking unbelievable! He really was the hottest person I had ever seen! And before I knew it, he was in my arms and kissing me! “Ohh fuck Max, ohh I fucking love you so much!” He sounded surprisingly girly… I liked it  On the way out of the airport we made out at. He smiled back. ‘I know another diamond would be meaningless to you…’ She cut him off. ‘Not from you. You know that too.’ ‘Mistress, how much jewelry have you gotten from men and women over the years? You’re the only woman I know whose jewelry boxes, plural, are organized by gemstone. No, for you, I’d want to give you something meaningful. Something important.’ He gently took her hand off his cock and held it under the watch. ‘You’ve been so many women to me, all of them important. Would you. I watched in amazement as Megan slipped a finger in. Nichole said I love it when you finger me Megan. I was so astounded, that I asked, have you girls done this before?. Megan said Yes daddy, we love to play with each other like this. Now its my turn to change things around. I said, Megan, have you ever licked Nicholes pussy? Megan said, No. Why dont you try it, Nichole would like it very much, it will feel so good. Nichole was staring at my hard cock poking through my robe. Precum almost. When she walked home at the end of the day, having cleaned, tidied and scrubbed in five or six homes for ten or more hours at a rate of pay that was barely more than she'd once used to receive at the Work Experience Centre, she had to pass through a cordon of security guards. Even though they all recognised her, because they were themselves monitored by security cameras, they had to behave as officiously now as on the first day that Iris first worked in the private housing estate. Any evidence.