”Mom hesitated, “I don’t know about that. I don’t think her parent would allow that.”Holly perked up, “No, no, really! They said it would ...e okay. They even gave me fifty dollars to give to you for the trouble!”“Well, I guess it’s okay with me, as long as it’s okay with you” Mom replied as she turned towards me. Holly and Sam also looked towards me, and soon, I had three pairs of eyes peering at me, waiting for me to respond. I took one look at Holly and Sam’s faces. They were both doing their. The first time I'd seen him he was still in high school, and he could come quick as a wink, his firm hand rocketing up and down his shaft as he spurted all over the bed. Or the sand. Or the tissues. Or me.For a while that was all I allowed. He wasn't touching me, and neither was I, at least not with company. I went home and stroked myself alone, in the dark, like I was just now.After a while, though, I stopped being so shy, and it was a matter of trust between us that this was something neither. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I was the ‘submissive’ in this menage. Of course, the continued stinging of the paddle helped to reinforce my feeling of quiescence.I remembered that she’d said this was Tammy. I wondered if I would be allowed to lick Tiffany’s pussy. I realized that, yes, I would, for their mother had a contract to have me ‘pay with my ass’ for the privilege. While I had trouble imagining how the whipping could hurt more when I attended to Tiffany, I knew that it. It was a small passengerjet, maybe a 737 originally designed to hold 150 passengers or so, but hadbeen converted. Instead of thirty rows of narrow seats crammed together, thejet featured fifteen rows with just one seat on each side of the aisle. Andthe seats! They were full-size leather recliners, each facing its own flatscreenmonitor, with its own wet bar and a curtain that could be pulled all the wayaround for privacy. Richie was given the first seat on the right. Next to him was an.