” He hastily re-hooked a few buttons and grabbed my hand and led me up some stairs. This was one of those huge transcontinental aircraft. The stairs...led to a lounge area with plush red sofas like you’d see at a hotel in Vegas. In the center of the sofas was an unoccupied bar. Tim led me to one of the cushioned sofas but signaled me to continue standing. He knelt in front of me and looked up into my eyes. I knew what he wanted and I nodded my consent. Painstakingly, he undressed me. First,. Anything else.’ ‘Then… kiss me? Please. Kiss me?’ ‘Dawn…’ Faith warned, knowing it would make it harder, knowing it would hurt Dawn more. ‘Please? Just… Just once. Kiss me? You can pretend I’m Buffy. Please…’ Dawn looked Faith in the eyes, and Faith knew she couldn’t refuse her. ‘Okay… Just once…’ Faith didn’t pretend it was Buffy she was leaning in to kiss. She knew it would hurt worse if she did. Their lips met, and Dawn knew she made a mistake in asking Faith to kiss her. Because she. "Easy. You don't get laid, we don't get paid. That's one hell of a guarantee! We will have the money, I just need a couple more things." Her eyes looked at Rebecca and sniffed. "I need to draw up a contract for Katie and her neighbours, a contract for us, 50/50. And I also need to find a zapper that works on men." I groaned, but Maisie was insistent that to be fair she needed to dose up men with lust at the same time the women got a hit, although I thought that enhancing the male libido was. I glance at my watch, and the whole process has taken about ten minutes – not bad. I take a deep breath and walk back into the office, where I put my bag away as normal, and then gingerly sit down at my desk, still trying to force myself to relax around the toy in my ass. There is still no sign of You, and so I busy myself starting up my computer and arranging things on my desk. When the toy against my clit suddenly buzzes into life, I almost squeak out loud. My head whips.