”“Doesn’t matter. Most times perception trumps truth.” Sarah stopped, and looked at me until I flushed. Then she continued.“Speaking of perc...ptions and truth, what’s going on? Why didn’t you want to go this morning? You were practically dancing on air all day yesterday. He never said anything, but I could see on his face how disappointed he was.”“I didn’t feel good!”“Carrie (I flinched when she called me that), you never could lie worth beans, especially to me. Now talk, little girl, or I’ll. She got out a cinnamon lotion and rubbed it over his ass cheeks. Then she rubbed his balls and cock making them tingle with the lotion. She spread his cheeks and rubbed the rim of his ass with the warm gel. She added more and pushed it into his asshole. He jerked feeling the warmth of it. She rubbed her hands with the lotion and she shoved a finger in his ass and fucked him as she grasped his cock and stroked it with more lotion. He was now moaning and his cock was rock hard. She fingered his. With the delay, there would be less than an hour before her next flight was due to depart. The same thought remained unspoken between us: I flew regularly to Boston. I knew her name and firm. To say I would call her would be banal, but we both knew I would. A half hour after takeoff, Jan came to the cockpit. ‘From the first class cabin, Captain,’ she smirked and handed me Lynn’s business card. ‘Turn it over.’ On the back was written, with what I would come to know is characteristic. I witnessed that nails of their fingers were too sharp.The two who were raving my pussy began to fist my chut one-after-another. The Seth was dancing in joy and I used to suck his cock.My dear husband watched all that. He was proud of me.As I was able somehow to handle 6 males.I do not know how many times I was fucked exactly, but guess that each of them must have fucked me at least 9 times;I did not count who has fucked me most. Probably it was seth dharam chand, because all of the time he was.