"Why do we need an airport? Are we flying somewhere?" No," Morgan answered, running her cool fingers through my hair, "but its better to have a back-u... plan close by." She started humming softly and, combined with her soothing hands, I finally fell asleep.I vaguely remembered Morgan supporting me as we entered a cool lobby, the weak sunlight disappearing over the horizon, but not anything else.I pushed a button on my digital watch and squinted at the sudden light, barely making out the time:. My nipples were hard. She touched the tip of my cock and circled the tip with her finger tips while cupping my balls under water. The swirling water felt awesome.I thought to myself, “I can’t waiting to finger her pussy and with that thought she cupped my chin and lifted it and said, “No need to wait.” And stood up. I lathered my hands and began soaping her bubble ass cheeks. Squeezing and massaging those wonderful mounds of young flesh. I ran my hands up and down her long slim athletic legs.. I don’t waste time with stupid people.”Pantone’s bodyguards stood straighter. Harold mouthed, ‘speed of light.’I knew Columbo would take the nearest bodyguard if the balloon went up. I casual-focused on the other one. Pantone was eight feet away, a table between us.Pantone said, “Look. Whitey been telling me what to do all my life. Fuck that.”Gertie looked at him impassively. I know it was my imagination, but the pimp seemed to shrink a little.“Why I want to pay Harold rent? I kin buy my own. As I stroked Angela's clit and she stroked mine I felt like I was masturbating my own little weenie. That was an incredible feeling, stroking her cock and feeling just like it was my own little cock! Mistress Cunt was beside us, telling us to stroke and be fairy fags, we loved showing her. She then picked up the big vibrating dildo and began to fuck her Cunt by pumping the dildo in and out so fast while we stroked our weenies. What a wonderful sight, Mistress Cunt plunging the dildo deep inside.