Michelle paid the driver, stepped out, and walked up to Lancemore’s front door. What kind of name was Lancemore, Michelle wondered. When you thought...about it, the name was so phallic, and an odd choice for Opus Dei’s women’s centre. As Michelle approached the front door, she heard the sound of women’s voices in animated conversation, sprinkled with laughter. Michelle knocked. The light visible through the front door’s eyehole darkened briefly, and then the door opened.“Michelle!” said a. Two mouths were kissing my hot flesh now, planting kisses on my neck, my ears, and my cheeks. Two hands slid under my t-shirt, reaching for my breasts, clawing at my bra. Two hands loosened my jeans, and those two hands reached into my panties, pushing against my sex. I didn’t stop them. I relished the sensations, and it was my moans that encouraged them to continue. My eyes were closed when I felt a pair of lips pressing against mine, softly at first, then more insistent, becoming passionate. Maria turned her rented car in, got into the limo waiting to her to the executive airport area. I was waiting for her on my private jet. She arrived bordering the plane, we then prepared for take off. Once in the air Maria started to relax, I grabbed her fom behind wrapping my arms around her waist pushing her toward the door at the back of the plane. I placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. Opening the door to the bedroom pushing her in then locking the door.I forced her onto her. ’ He added. Millie stared at him. ‘Health rules.’ He said. ‘I see.’ Millie just stood there. ‘Well?’ He asked, then he smiled like he was amused at her reaction. ‘I am…I have…yes, I have other clothes.’ ‘OK.’ He turned and yelled. ‘Sally! Get yer dead ass out here and back to work, this ain’t yer god damn vacation!’ A woman came out from the back, she had on a nearly sheer tube top and a pair of white shorts that were the smallest Millie had ever seen. She glanced at Millie with disinterest.