. Carte Blanche." How long will you keep them for me?" Oh ... I have to return to the States." Until called for?" I don't know." No, sir ... I have no...idea." My Dad called and told me to get home the fastest way I can." Probably by air." Is there a storage charge?" Thank you, my mind will rest easy."The fastest way home was four first class seats from London Airport to Idlewild in New York by a Pan American World Airways DC-7C. The four engined aircraft was crewed by 2 pilots, a flight engineer. I get out of the taxi in the snow, pulling my collar up against the chill wind, and battle my way inside.Again he is late returning from his business trip, and I have undergone a gamut of emotions – my messages to him have been in turn fond, pleading, angry and contrite. His brief and infrequent answers keep me on the edge of hope, and late at night I find myself out on the streets, walking in the cold wind, not able to sit quietly at home and wait. More than once he has given me a time for his. I realized this was for the gay clientele, which I wasn't into at that time. Anyhow, I found it. Sadly there is only the one floor now. While I was looking around I struck up a conversation with the guy who worked there. As I was lingering over the leather straps, cuffs etc. to add to my collection he asked me if he could "help". I still can't believe I did this, but I did. I said, " A man could find himself in trouble with all this stuff ". He looked at me then smiled, then said, yeah that. I thought to myself, "Oh well, I've still got one in me." Soon enough I felt her hold me in place while Jill's cock was all the way in me. I looked back and saw that she was lubing the smallest dildo. I was so horny that I was game for it... I was game for just about anything!Jill was very slowly stroking my semi hard cock as Lana pushed the small dildo in. And just like before, she would fuck me with one for a while, then replace it with the next bigger one. Stretching me more and more.Finally.