It occurred to her that though the men had speculated about who was in the box, they didn’t really care. Harry Potts’ bikini babes were interchang...able, expendable. All the men cared about was that she had tits for them to squeeze and holes for them to play with.The voice again: “You want a good throating, slut?”“M-hm.”“I bet you can’t wait for another nice thick load of cum to swallow, can you?”“M-hm.”There almost had to be some kind of magic to this, the way the man was able to drive his fat. I added a choker necklace like the one Elena used to wear. I chose a pair of black fence net thigh highs to show my beautiful legs and stiletto high heels. I also chose to wear my shorter blonde wig (jaw-length) and some heavy make up.I didn't know I wasn't alone. I was starting to prepare my ass with some lubricant and to squeeze my big black dildo in when Elena came out of her room, walking sexily towards me, wearing the same outfit that I saw her wearing in the bathroom and also a pair of. Not even a hint of any heat or friction as we entered the upper atmosphere or even when we were close to where I landed to take the kids home. They had no problems stripping as soon as they got out of the plane and got back into the clothes they were wearing earlier.They talked non-stop about taking a spacewalk and being in the space station. Since no one would believe them anyway, I didn’t stop them. I only reminded them that my aircraft was a secret that they couldn’t tell anyone. That didn’t. Once his bladder was empty, Lizzy went straight into a blow-job. He turned his head to gaze into Yan’s eyes.“What time is it, dear?”“Almost noon, my love,” Yan replied. “After yesterday’s clusterfuck on the treadmill, we decided you could use some extra sleep. As soon as that eager slut between your legs gets you off, we’ll help you clean up, and escort you in to brunch.”“I can’t help but think having you in my arms, and one of your plump nipples in my mouth, might help her get me off...”“By.