He looked at me. “Who do you belong to?” “You, my Master,” I smiled, and put my hand on His thigh as we drove to our destination. “We’re...going to the airport.” He said. “Are we picking someone up, Master?” I asked. “No, dropping someone off.” My heart stopped. I looked at Him and must have looked scared. He put His hand on mine and smiled, “It’s ok, my slut, I booked your tickets a couple of weeks ago to go and meet John.” I was stunned and looked at Master, “What do you mean?” I asked. . Aedan had managed to finish undressing the both of them while I was preoccupied with my own issues, and Isabela was on her back underneath the nobleman, legs spread, quim glistening, guiding Aedan's hard length towards her core with a hungry, feral expression I could completely sympathise with. My lover was inexperienced, when we'd met, but he was gorgeous, well-endowed, and insatiable. Even I could barely keep up with him. I knew exactly how Isabela felt.It didn't stop the frisson of unease. She said, “Stop staring at that cheeky bitch, baby.” I ignored that and said, “Good morning, Babe. And, to answer your question of last night, as to which of you is the prettiest, my answer would always be you, Babe,” This brought a huge smile, to her face when I said it. I always loved it when she smiled or giggled at whatever I would say to her.I pulled her close, kissed her passionately on her lips which she returned. She whispered in my ear, “I think someone is ready for some fun,” as she. Bob, Stan, me and Jeremy have always known eachother." We better," Megan interrupted, "get going Susan, especially if we'regoing to make that sale at Dobb's."Megan and I left them sitting there, and just after we got outside, Megantold me that Stan had his hand on her leg the whole time! She was smilingas she suggested that we get together and go out that night, I agreed,then asked her to pick me up. That's when I called mom. I didn't have aclue what to wear, so she gave me some tips, and I.