I’d worked hard and never found a “perfect partner”, although the blond I said goodbye to was pretty good in and out of bed.I’d also inherited...my grandparents’ house at the edge of a small farming community in eastern Oklahoma. I was tired of the city so I thought I’d try the bucolic life. I’d visited there as a youngster and my father had spoken fondly of a girl he knew at a nearby farm, confiding to me that she had taught him “about women”. Her name was Freyda and she’d come to the states as. This is Geena your copilot. If you're ready, she'll take your bag." I. uh, yes, of course." Marsha had expected to fly commercially. This "council" and their "Masters" certainly traveled first class, she thought as she was led to the charter area where a private Lear jet awaited."Are you a charter?" she asked as they boarded."Oh no ma'am. This plane is owned by a consortium. Geena and I fly exclusively for them."Impressed, Marsha stepped through into the luxurious interior. She had never flown. Besides, I've known you guys since Miss Jane's room in kindergarten. It'd be weird to date either of you. I can't even imagine kissing one of you guys never mind having sex with either one of you." Well, that's a hurtful thing to say, Kath," I said. "I'm crushed," I said putting a hand to my forehead and looking despondent in the way that Rudolph Valentino or Charlie Chaplin did in the silent movies of old."No, I don't mean it that way," she said. "C'mon, you know what I mean. Stop being so. 2 fingers twisting and turning plunging deep inside. 3 fingers pounding and pushing. 4 fingers deep powerful and quick motions forcing pleasure with every ounce of pain. 5 fingers fist fucking my pussy hard and deep. The anal plug would be a large by the time they got 5 fingers in. They'd wreck me with whatever devices or toys they have on hand to start my torture. And then once they've had their fill of that. They'd fuck me. Big cocks, small cocks, plastic cocks, anything they pleased fucking.