"As we progressed towards the pier end Cynthia asked what the device each of us wore on the sleeve of our tunics signified."I know from your uniform y...u're in the air force, but what's that wheelie thing you all have on your arm?"She was referring to the Apprentice Wheel; a brass four bladed propeller within a 1½" diameter brass circlet, worn on the left sleeve of our tunic."We're trainee helicopter pilots," Greg said, with such smoothness and certainty the two girls believed him. He could tell. He was dressed in a smart grey suit with a matching waistcoat and dark red tie. He looked handsome and I gratefully took his arm as we went out for our fancy meal. The meal itself was delicious, but afterward? Oh. My. God. Worth the wait and we had such a good night!We ended up back in the hotel suite, opening a bottle of champagne. I sat down on the sofa that lay in the corner of the room as I was joined by Alexander when he'd poured me a drink. I'd had a good night with him as per usual so I. So you better be good, or Ill paddle your pretty bottom until its bright red. I climbed out of the car and the three women piled out. I held out my arm to Becca. The eighteen-year-old airhead took it, her blonde curls bouncing about her shoulders. Her dress was light-blue and the stretchy fabric clung to her bouncing breasts and thighs. I glanced behind her, loving the sight of her gorgeous ass writhing in her clothing. She was my bimbo wife. Polygamy is great, I grinned, sliding down to cup. She really felt relaxed, and ready for what may come next, she was sure that there would come more exiting things during the night. She felt secure for the moment, but there was something in his smile, that told her that he had more ideas that should be tested. The plug made her feel sure that it had something to do with her ass. She did not say anything in that direction although they were talking about sex in many variations.He led her from the table and into the bedroom, she could see that.