That is when the realization of what was happening. Her Master was not on the bed with her, but there were six pairs of hand on her. These hands were ...ouching her most intimate parts. She started to protest and struggle when he leaned down and whispered in her ear “Relax, this is what I want and you want to please me.” “Yes Master.” Jennifer, then closed her eyes, fought back the tears of the humiliation she was feeling. She had resigned herself to submit to Master, but this was not what she. A few of us girls had a bet going; whoever managed to have sex on the plane first would win the double bed in the big room all the girls would be staying in, so everyone was determined. Not only because the double bed was obviously going to be the best one in the room but also all the girls wanted a piece of Mr. Laurnete. Mr. Laurnete was a tall tanned French man with slight tanned skin and dark brown hair that was always slicked back, he looked like a model. Everyone checked their bags and. I picked at my shepherds pie just hoping that one day they’ll listen to me when I say I’m a vegetarian. I look around hopefully; to see if someone might come and sit with me. Nobody does though, nobody ever does. I bite into a piece of bread and wonder how I’ve survived the past two months on the meagre crumbs I can get my hands on. I try not to think about it really. “Is this seat taken?” A small, shy looking girl asks; indicating the chair opposite me. “Um…no, please sit with me,” I blurt. I could feel the hard wood floors digging into my knees, but I was so focused on the task at hand it didn’t bother me.I sucked and sucked, and just as I was getting a rhythm going I felt his hand grab my hair into a ponytail. He pushed me forward, so I had to take more in than I had before. He then pulled my back giving my throat a sweet break, before shoving my face back down his cock, the swollen tip hitting the back of my throat. I began to gag, saliva gathering all throughout my mouth and.