Alan felt stragely attracted to her foot, another first for him. Mistress Betty told him that he would be rewarded for his obediance tonight and have ...he privilage of massaging and cleansing her bottom. After that, Connie and Linda would test his abilities at breath control. Her voice changed at that moment as she mentioned that Alan better not disapoint her this night. If he did he would never have the chance to see her again.Mistress Betty casually stood up, turned around and slowly pulled up. But I had seen her open up, bit by bit, at least with me, over the past couple days. But now, she wasn't offering me bits. She was offering me... everything.And she wasn't just talking about sex, I understood that--though that was part of it, of course.Like I said, overwhelming.And I was just as scared as she was. Now, I might've been in more touch with my fears in the past than she was, but that didn't mean I was any better at getting past them, because I wasn't. If she could, though, couldn't. And so it was that bass player Tim, non-band member Bobby and I found ourselves in my room with four girls. Four fairly good-looking, well-oiled girls looking for a good time.We were drinking cheap red wine and smoking grass, of which the girls had little experience, but they liked it once they dared try.Tall, dark-haired Karen gravitated towards me and soon we were all over each other. Tim was with Samantha and Bobby had disappeared. We found him in the small lounge at the front, unaccountably. “This here plane has a maximum weight limit of 3800 pounds ... the plane weighs 2000 dry. Gas is 6.6 pounds a gallon, the plane holds 84 gallons, that’s 554.4 pounds. We’ll make it 600 because there’s oil to be included. Between you, gas, oil and luggage you’re gonna weigh out at 1500 pounds ... give or take a few, You’re thinking ‘there’s 300 pounds left.’ You’ll be sitting on 250 pounds of that because this plane don’t fly without parachutes ... accidents happen. If it’s happening to that.