I thought about going up to her but hesitated. She was standing in a group, none of who I knew. One of those people standing there could be a husband,...a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a life partner. I simply didn't know. It was almost funny. Had I not known her at all, had she simply been a woman who caught my interest I would have walked right up and introduced myself. But I couldn't make myself approach her. Perhaps I could catch her eye later. And more than her eye if I could.The crowd surged. Sandra latched the door behind them. Taylor realized they were in a roughly twelve by six foot cell-like stall, illuminated by a light bulb hanging from the roof. The stall was already occupied.“Oh that’s so cute! He’s beautiful! Beautiful!” Taylor blurted as saw the most gorgeous little black and white Shetland pony she had ever seen in her life. He was obviously a show pony. He had a noble look of good breeding and looked well proportioned and ruggedly muscular. He couldn’t have been more. They were flying on the company’s luxurious private jet, and when Ryan boarded, he noticed and greeted four other support staff who had been brought along on this trip. He was delighted to see that Danielle was one of them ... and she was thrilled to see the lean, muscular, blonde, tan young stud whom she had been obsessed with every since their encounters a few weeks ago.They were all on a 5-hour direct flight to Miami, and during the first couple hours, Ryan sat in a group of seats that were. But it all seemed so inhibited, so unfulfilling. To hell with propriety, modesty and concern for the feelings of the other.I wanted sex - pure and simple. No concerns about guilt, lingering relationships, recriminations or reputation. Just sex, in all its manifestations, and nothing else.In my fantasies, I was the archetypal sex toy. Use me, abuse me, humiliate me, satisfy me, then pass me on to the next customer. Boy or girl, or groups, I wanted to experience it all. Then I met Barry! He was a.