. I heard something weird today about this gala.” She says. Turns out you don’t need to bring it up. Turns out she didn’t know either. You feel ...etter about that.“So did I.” You say. “Too bad it’s not a real gala. For your career’s sake, you know”“But I was thinking. What if it is real?” Becca asks“A real gala?”“A real orgy.” Becca smirks. “It could still be good for my career.” You can’t believe she’s saying... what is she saying exactly? “We should go.” She says “You should come with me. No. Back in the car the driver - that slut recognised as Gillian's dad from the race meeting, had swapped places with one of his men. It was pretty obvious from the erection poking out of his trousers that he wanted servicing too.slut lowered her open mouth onto his moderate sized cock, sucking in the whole plum head, as he thrust upwards, fucking her mouth.This was slut's r@pe fantasy, so she imagined this cock swelling to huge proportions, even larger than Big Al, or the four army lads who took. She pulled back, and rubbed her knuckles against my cheek. I hadn't shaved in a week, and I had the beginnings of a beard. "That will take some getting used to, if you decide to keep it," she said, her displeasure evident. Joanne was next to give me a hug, though she said nothing but "welcome back" and "we missed you".Jake shook my hand and offered to take my bag.As he moved aft with it, I saw Saralinda. She looked annoyed."No Kate? I need her help."I blinked. "Help with what?" I finally. Your legs look great either way." Take them off," she said. Reid peeled them from her calves and set them with her jeans and top."You have pretty feet, Monica" Are you the kind of guy who gets off on feet?" No ... Yours are nicely formed."He removed his clothes to his briefs, lay beside her and resumed caressing her breasts and fondling her nipples. "Are you comfortable? Warm enough?" he asked."I'm comfortable." I think your heart has slowed down." It has. You've put me at ease, Reid."He gazed.