She held her head down and some of her blonde curls dangled down to hide her face."Look at me, slave," he said.Slowly her head came up and her brown e...es met his. There was an erotic sadness about them as she looked at him, he thought. Something had just broke and there would be no way of repairing it.He picked up the vibe and eased it into her, his cold gray eyes never wavering from hers. He gently pulled the device out only to plunge it back in slowly. Every thrust brought another pang of. She turned a few times showing me her body. She was so beautiful. I felt like I was in some kind of dream.She knelt down in front of me and began undoing my pants. Again so slowly and all the while rubbing her beautiful tits on my legs and never looking at anything except into my eyes. My pants were unbuckled and my cock was so hard it was throbbing now. She reached into my underwear and skillfully pulled my hard cock out from the side of my pants leg until it was pointing straight up in the. On the flight out this thought was endorsed by the number of male couples on the plane. However during our first week we had seen a guy in his early forties regularly and said hello each time and made general conversation in the bars and tavernas. One afternoon we were takeing wine in a beach taverna when he came in and asked if he minded him joining us. His name was Mark and he was 45 and quite nice. We chatted and after a couple of litres of wine between the three of us we all went back on. Kathy gave me one final, worried look as the group of men and women parted company for the journey into the city. Our precaution seemed unnecessary. Far from seeming hostile, the Solonian women officials we met seemed most friendly. I did notice, however, that all the responsible officials were women. The only men I saw were "prettyboy" secretaries and assistants whose function looked more like recreation for the bosses than work. After a day of sightseeing and conferences, they invited us to a.