Katrina heard him grunting behind the bathroom door. She wondered why he hadnt got to the bathroom before they started. The grunting stopped and she h...ard nothing for a while. Then the sink running and the toilet flushed. Mr. Johnson came out and Katrina thought it looked almost like he was drunk. His eyelids looked heavy and he looked like a guy who had just woken up from a nap. She walked slowly over to Katrina. Sorry about that sweetie, it just hit me out of nowhere. Thats okay Katrina. And so she sits, watching the clock for the next time she needs to run her vibrator and pull on her nipple chain. She has been on the plane for eight of her 10 and half hour flight and thinks she will not make it. Her pussy is dripping wet, her nipples feel raw already and she wants to cry with how much they are hurting, her butt plug is so uncomfortable and stretching her so wide she contemplates removing it for just a little while, would He even know? Yes, He would. More so she needs to cum. This got my attention and got me excited too, only sexually. I felt the deep need to cum, so believing Steve would be a while I decided to go to a dark secluded corner behind the gym to take care of myself. I had my skirt pulled up, fingering my pussy, rubbing my clit, and tweaking my nipples on my big heavy breasts. I was just getting ready to cum when suddenly I heard a voice say, "Well..well, what have we got here?"Oh shit, I was busted. There was Steve and his buddy Joe watching me. I tried. I picked out a silverblue convertible and left a large deposit. The car needed to beserviced and wouldn't be ready until the next day. Then back to PalmBeach for a cocktail and dinner. Stephanie had made reservations at avery chic restaurant.I continued to speak French as much as possible. It had been over ayear and since I had spoken English on a regular basis. I think inFrench and I am so afraid that if I stop I will loose it. French is somuch a part of my cover. Stephanie did not seem to.