The man walked back down the platform and paused next to the wall just metres away from them. He lifted the knickers and sniffed at them, leering at b...th Jane and Matt as he did so.“F…u…c…k….me!” exclaimed Jane. “Me too…” replied Matt“They were fucking wet knickers too!” she continued.Matt looked at her, she couldn’t take her eyes off the stranger sniffing her knickers like they were some exotic scent form the Middle East.“Do you trust me?” asked Matt. Jane thought this a strange question but. They knew we were leaving and wouldn’t be back. Concourse security laughed.“It is universally known that airport food sucks,” said the guard. “You should have eaten before you came or visited one of the food trucks.”“Where are the trucks?”“In the car park.”Our flight was called just then.“We don’t have time, we should have a meal onboard.”First class boards first. First class eats better than coach. First class has better seats. First class has separate bathrooms. First class is worth every. Smirking a little to myself I recalled that she hadn’t turned -ME – down when I popped the question on our fourth outing together, shed practically seduced me in the parking lot on the way up to my condo that evening, Vicki was the literal lady in church and harlot in the bedroom I had soon discovered… God she was a nasty lady in bed. Vicki knew how to get inside my head at times and really turn me on like no other woman ever had. As time went on in our relationship and we began to trust each. When she was done, the ladies were given atoothbrush in their mouths and wash pail and told toclean the bathroom and kitchen tile floors till he wassatisfied.Dianne meanwhile grabbed Linda by the hair and stoodher up. She was told her job was to pick up all thedirty cloths in the house with her mouth and put themin the hamper. Shoes were to be put in the foyer. Linda had to maintain a slightly bent over position asshe walked around the house to prevent her clit or titsfrom being pulled. Diane.