" Because, young one, you and Atheria and myself are around him so much that we become addicted to his pheromones. His pheromones weaken our willpower...to anything he says. We become susceptible to his suggestions. Like his..." Slaves?" I asked, finishing for her.She gave me a dirty look and said, "I would not have phrased it like that, but yes. We could be considered your... slaves." She said it like it was a dirty word."But I wasn't like this back home," I said, then I froze. I looked at Val.. I'm afraid we'll haveto let you go. We'll send you back on the next flight. You'll have towork coach and please, we are a family airline, don't proposition anypassengers or we'll have you prosecuted for solicitation," she said asa matter of fact.The flight back was almost as bad as the flight out. The women in coachwere just as grabby as the women in first class only there were more ofthem. The only difference was their cologne was cheaper. At least Iwasn't raped on the way back.I was once. Let me explain in a little more detail, Richard is now 65 and I’m hmmmm old enough to know better, Richard has a high sex drives which is great because my sexual appetite is insatiable, however although still very much in love after almost 40 years of marriage things don’t stand up as fast or as long as they used to do, this is one of the reasons we decided to look for a little extra fun in the bedroom in the first place, but how or where do you start looking, we didn’t want some disgusting. My husband said again.It was clear what he wanted to see. My brother and I looked at each other again, then moved a touch closer. I felt the tip of his swollen cock part my pussy lips. His heavy cock was resting right against the entrance to my vaginal opening and, looking down, I could see my wetness had rubbed onto the tip of it. I felt a yearning to pull him on top of me, but I held off and took my husband’s cock in my hand instead. My husband groaned as I touched him.A bit closer, he.