" I thought it was a short trip into town?" Donna asked.He looked over at her, "Only if you fly into Fort Stockton, but there's no regular commercial ...ervice."Lauren shrugged, "We flew on a private jet when I came down with the museum."The trip back passed much faster. Donna and Victor talked about the big dig where they had spent the majority of their summer working. They had been excavating a cliff face rich with fossils. Lauren wasn't completely out of her depth. She spent a summer working. You can say and do and certainly think whatever you want, so long as it helps him have many prolonged orgasms. And even though he obviously couldn't read your mind, having sexy thoughts about being a 'tit slave' helped your mental attitude, I'm sure. After all, doesn't that get you SO HOT, thinking that he owns your tits?"Susan didn't answer. She was increasingly aroused by this kind of talk, but she was also still blushing and incredibly embarrassed.Suzanne prodded, "Don't you love the fact. I pulled the German guy by his tie, to me and said "Do you want me?" He said "yes" so I said "how BAD do you want me?"He held out a bunch of hundred dollar bills, at least 12 and it was on. The size of his cock, the nice shape his body was in, and the money just made it much more hot in my own dirty mind. "Leave your key with the door man" was all I said.Before long they mess of them left graciously. I scooped up all the bills on the floor and walked off the stage to the dressing room. I. Our tongues met like two fiery serpents engaged in mortal combat, swirling furiously over and around one another. Carl’s tongue ignited volcanic eruptions of lust everywhere it touched. Currents of excitement were coursing through my body like powerful jolts of electricity. My hand slipped down between us to grip his rapidly hardening cock. Carl moaned deep inside my mouth as I stroked him faster and faster until hot pre cum dripped like scalding drops of hot water on my quivering stomach..