Dishes were rattling, and the refrigerator was opened and closed several times. Somehow, I suspected something devious was being planned.They came up ...he stairs and all they had was three glasses of orange juice. “That does not look like breakfast to me.”“Drink it,” said Amy. I did, and it was more champagne than orange juice.Brittany stepped closer and said, “Amy and I have been talking, and we think you need to earn your breakfast. But first, I told you I had a special surprise for you last. At 30000 we leveled off and Max pulled the throttles back to maximum cruise speed.I was getting antsy waiting for Kelly to call back. The girls were on their laptops looking at the various cameras at Rochester. There were plenty of them; East coast had finished the installation. They each took 50 and started by backing the recording back an hour, then fast forwarding the video.All exterior cameras were numbered clockwise based on a circle with number one at true north. All interior cameras were. The rip of her shirt. The hard, pink nipple. The twitch. The pinching.And over.“Fuck me.” “I can’t.” The thrust. The nipple. The fingernails.As she shudders and feels her feet go weak, her precarious tiptoe position in danger of collapsing when she comes, she wants to scream that it can’t stop yet: it mustn’t stop yet. She needs, just once, to see it through to the end. To feel the climax that happened in her lifetime, many thousands of replays ago.But inevitably it doesn’t.Her face and body. Millie’s gaze took in the sight spread before her. Muscled legs, spread open, a beautiful 9 inch cock, nestled in a patch of dark curls, the rise and fall of a toned chest, a mouth that worked wonders and eyes that you could drown in. Millie crawled between his legs, her nose coming to rest at the base of his cock. She flicked out her tongue and licked small circles on his balls. Jared’s hands fisted into the sheets as he moaned. Millie traced her tongue up between his balls and followed a.