Well, it was a good idea, I reckoned.Mr. Felton arrived well before nine, just after Jennie had left my office. Nice car, I thought; an Escalade. I wo...ldn't mind one of those for myself; I'll keep dreaming on.Jennie had arranged for our nicest Lear 60XR to be ready for us, so we went straight over to it. Betty had called yesterday with the news that we were cleared to operate our Lears with a single pilot. As I climbed into the left seat, I invited "call me Ferdie" to take the right seat and. Familiar as in "I've slept with you, right?" familiar as I tried to put names to faces. And faces to tits, an ass or well-stuffed pussy. The ship may have docked many a time but I never was one to stamp the passport. There we go. Lesson learned. I shook my head. "Sorry ladies, I'm terrible with names," I apologized. Which, hand on heart, was true enough.Across from me, Sexpot Suzie piped up. "Maybe you should give us all a number. I hear you're real good with numbers," she said, staring at me. “’Girlfriend’? Fuck no!” Freddy replied, immediately reassuring Fatima. She smiled, but not for long. “I haven’t got any girlfriends.” Not even me? wondered Fatima. “She just fucks whoever she likes. In fact, she’s fucked everyone in the house, I think. Well, perhaps not quite everyone. I don’t think Giles quite realises what an easy pull she is.” “So, you’re free still?” wondered Fatima, boldly placing a chubby hand on Freddy’s sticky prick, hoping to bring it to life. Fat chance! It just. Thrashing didn’t help, though -- it was five to one when Kenya pitched in. Kate shifted to begging and pleading, then to panting and moaning -- and then wailed, loudly, when everybody stopped what they were doing. “God -- don’t DO this to me!” she howled.Irene watched with big eyes at times -- and at others, she was too busy generating a cum to bother. I had things the way I wanted them as far as she was concerned, but too many fucks had taken their toll on me and I was getting raw. One more.