He also loaned Diane his own private plane, pilots and a couple of very attractive stewardesses that Diane could party with when she wasn't busy elsew...ere. The plane was to avoid airport security who might question Diane bringing her tanks and toys with her on a commercial flight. The four person crew had already been affected by the gas and would willingly help Diane on her missions. As well as provide her and the other members of the crew some much needed "stress relief."Diane arrived at her. Mmmmmmmmmm. When we are all finally spent we lay in each other arms and drift off, into a very restful peace. I wake up after a short nap, entwined in a pile with the girls wrapped around me. I have to go to the can so I wiggle and slip my way off the bed and head to the bathroom. After that business is done I stop in the kitchen looking for something to drink, to replenish some of the fluids I had just left in the bedroom. As I am standing at the fridge I hear someone approach from behind,. We took our time, not that I wasn’t anxious to finally give myself to her, but that was tempered by the desire to make it last. If I’d had my way, it would have lasted forever. As always, Stacy led, I followed, imitating each movement, trusting her, knowing we both wanted the same thing. She explored under my shirt, hands sliding over my tummy, my ribs, stealing my breath away as her fingers brushed over my breasts as mine brushed over hers. She helped me pull my shirt off, easing it over my. The further I was bent over, the more leverage he had to fuck me harder, and he loved to get deep inside me. And I loved it too. There was something about a man who could take control that aroused me. ‘How do you like this big cock in your cunt, you little whore?’ He finally pulled my face up again, but this time to grunt in my ear. My breathing came in quick, desperate pants. ‘It’s so good!’ I managed to cry, and reached behind me to find something to hold onto. ‘And who’s daddy’s little.