"Well what?" She replied with such a casualshrug that my blood began to boil up inside me. She was sitting there, in the knee length navy skirt andwhi...e blouse that made up her uniform, acting towards mewith complete indifference like nothing had happenedbetween us. "What are you doing this evening after work?"I asked. "Oh I'm going out with this boy I've beenseeing for a little while." she said not even lookingup at me. The fucking bitch, look at her sitting there like butterwouldn't melt in. His gorgeous blue eyes and bald head were just in her mind for days. He was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans, and a flannel sweater. He held something in his hand. It was a bag. He gave her the bag and then told her to put it on. It was sexy lingerie. Immediately she put it on. He was watching her. She ran the bath with whipping cream in her hand. He led her to the tub where he ate the whipping cream that was all over her sexy wet body… Using her fingers she ran the tips up his chest and then. My pussy ached as I could hear her muffled moans through her panties. I throbbed as he proceeded to slap her pussy with sharp, short bursts. He turned his attention to me. “Your turn. You look so fucking sexy kneeling there with that innocent look in your eyes. I want your fucking clothes on my office floor now. Strip for me Emma.” His eyes bore into me. “And you can fucking watch!” He grabbed Sarah by the hair and spun her around to stand next to him. I felt nervous and confused. My face. One of the men reached behind my head and unbuckled the straps of my gag."Thank you, master," I said. "How may I serve you, master?" I expected the gag had been released for a reason - a price I would gladly pay to be relieved of its discomfort."Lie down, and rest," he said, tossing a pillow to the floor where I might lie on it. "Your master wants you to be fresh and rested when you arrive." Yes, master," I said, turning to my side on the floor of the plane. I did not ask who my master might.