If any of you need anything, anything at all, something else, someone else, just talk to me, because I want you to always be happy. And no more slave,...master, tonight, we are all equal.”With that, I gave each girl a passionate kiss until I reached Melly. She looked at me with expectant, hopeful eyes. Not one to disappoint, I leaned in and gave her the kiss she wanted.“Okay, ladies, we have a virgin here that wants to be deflowered. Heather, Rachel, and Sue, get her ready. Connie, you can get me. I am waiting for the best thing in my life to come to be. The best thing that ever happened, ever would happen. Here. In an airport.But I get ahead of myself.A few years ago, a few days before Christmas, I was sitting in a kind of stupor, bored out of my mind. I might not have been the clinical definition of depressed, but my life seemed to offer no real direction or meaning. Nothing seemed to really matter; I was heading nowhere with the engine telegraph on full speed ahead.Back then, I was. While Tony was kissing me Paul hands had reached down under the hem of my dress and he started to lift it up, his hands stroked up under my dress and over the tops of my stockings before pulling my brief panties to the side so he could touch my pussy.I was getting breathless by now and I heard Tony say lets get her over to the sofa, with my dress still hitched up around my waist they led me across the room to a fairly large sofa, once there they were both touching me all over, Tony had eased. ’ ‘But Rosie to your friends?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Hi Rosie. Call me Chess if you wish. Are you good at sex?’ ‘Please pass me the hammer Chess.’ ‘What hammer?’ Rosie pulled a finger across her throat. He laughed. ‘Omigod Rosie has real humor.’ Chess picked up his backpack and pulled it on. ‘Right I wish to run,’ she said. ‘I’ll keep to a slow pace because you are incorrectly dressed for running and have that backpack. Your sandals are not really even suitable for walking.’ ‘Says you. Your tits are.