.I was excited and happy, getting the call from Mr Powers, better known as Tyrone my black slave master that my new friend and soon to be sex slave pa...tner in Tyrone's stable of slaves, her name was Diana. She was flying in to LHR Heathrow, from New York, Mr Powers my slave master had insisted I use his silver Mercedes Business Limousine , to pick Diana up at the airport thinking that it would give her and I a better chance to know one another in a closer and more intimate way, and that I not. Telling her how terrible he felt in realizing she didn’t love him, making him think she wasn’t capable adding, ‘I thought you didn’t care about me and it hurt more than defeat. The only reason I’d change is because of you. Can you understand what human love is all about now when the other person is all that matters?’ ‘Maybe, but separatism and isolationism is not permitted since our strength is a collective one. Humans fragment themselves with love and lose track of what it means to be a part. I pushed her bra down a bit so I could again get the full experience and was still not disappointed. By now, we were both glistening with sweat, and various office supplies littered the floor. At last, I felt Raine's pussy constrict around my plunging cock, which, along with her yell, indicated her orgasm. Her shrill cry would have surely been heard by anyone nearby, but I didn't care. In fact, my orgasm wasn't far to follow. Within a few minutes, I was spraying cum deep inside my boss as I. I saw the opportunity for me to be Stephanie in the evenings and nights while away. There was a LBGT club down town that was a known place that shemales, transsexuals, and cross dressers frequented along with the gay and bisexual population. I packed my bras, panties, hose, make up, and dresses under my male clothing in my checked bags. Being the panty slut I am I had to wear my red silky panties under my slacks. Luckily I didn’t need to be stripped searched by the TSA, though that could have.