I moaned lightly. I could feel that familiar tingling deep in my pussy, I smiled at myself and felt my clit stiffen as I remembered the lady at the ne...s stand who looked me up and down as I approached the counter. She was about my mothers age 42, and a blonde like me. I was wearing my super tight white jean shorts that show of my tight ass and the crease of my cunt. I dropped the book on purpose and turned to pick it up parting my legs to give her a good look at my pussy outlined in the crotch. They surely don't act like most of the rich people I've flown in company planes. So far, I haven't met a single person here that I haven't instantly liked, and that includes Mr. Wainwright. This is almost too good to be true. Hmmm, maybe it's a dream. If that's so, I surely don't want to wake up.As breakfast was winding down, Diana stood and tapped a spoon against her juice glass. "Okay, everyone, we've all been waiting a long time for this. Today, we begin sorting presents, wrapping any item. I look up at her beautiful face like a naive little puppy, once a fierce warrior, now Rhea's willing plaything. I tuck my feet behind me, harmless to her now. It's incredible that I ever thought she would be worshiping me.“Kiss my feet, whore.”I bend forward again, ass in the air, obediently kissing my mistress's feet.“I'm going to need to make room for you in my apartment,” she says, perhaps challenging me to change my mind.But I won't.“Yes, Mistress Rhea.”I run my tongue along the salty. Helen went to use the bathroom first, still yawning and looking entirely ruffled. Meanwhile, Danny slipped into a pair of boxer shorts, pulled a t-shirt over his head and put on a pair of blue jeans. When Helen emerged from the bathroom, she still yawned but at least her hair was brushed and she’d washed the sleep from her eyes.Danny quickly unloaded last evening’s drinks and brushed his teeth. Then he held his head under the faucet and quickly washed his hair. Rubbing it with a towel and.