She initiated the contact from start to finish. She pursued her mother's sponsor and finally caught him mostly or maybe all the way asleep and impaled...herself on his morning wood. A locked door might have kept her out a bit longer but one of his concubines coming or going from the room would have mooted the point eventually. Still it was hard. I understand the necessity of protecting kids from predatory adults but watching that girl proved that she was a predatory child.I don't know what we'll. “The Countess’s bedroom is to the right,” she said, as if nothing had happened between them.When he entered the room Zara (the Countess) was lying on a large white circular bed completely naked. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her tits were perky, her pussy lightly shaved and her long legs seemed to go on and on.Although his dick was not what you might call soft it did show signs of recent activity. The Countess wanted to rectify that and invited him to stand by the bed while she re-positioned. It was very comfortable, but so much had been designed into the cabin, that it felt a little tight to me, and I knew that being crowded wasn't my idea of a good way to blow off sixty-five million bucks. The elegance was through and through. Nothing was left to chance. From the exquisite china, to the nine-hundred count sheets on the bed, every comfort was included.Our pilots were the strong silent types. Other than to wish a good flight, they closed themselves in the cockpit, and we were on our. Dan had made a remark about it being a sowing quilt, and was consequently told off for it. But he had wondered what it was...He went up to the front door, and rang the bell. Kat answered."Oh hello, fair brother, how was your day?" She said."Er... whatever. Dad said you couldn't start drinking until the party." Dan answered, rolling his eyes."Oh, I haven't been drinking", she said, grinning menacingly. "And I'm not going to the party, either." Dad paid $100 for that, you can't just 'not go' to.