He had twenty minutes before he could board the plane and head home.Luckily, his cell phone worked at the airport. He dialed Stephanie's phone. There ...as no answer. That was odd. She shouldn't be in class or anything. He left her a nice message and then dialed voice mail. He had one message.The soft silky voice said, "Mr. Davis, this is Fantasy Chauffeur Service calling to confirm that your limousine will be at the airport, south side, at 7pm. We have your itinerary and look forward to. He approached the owner, Mike Lords, whom Thomas had known for years. ‘Hiya Mike’ he said, good-naturedly. ‘I can’t seem to find those truffles I like. Didja move them on me?’ Mike gave him a warm smile. ‘Yeah, we’ve been doing some reorganizing, the new girl’s been a wonder at helping us make the best use of our space. Hey, Cheryl, can you come here for a minute?’ Thomas heard the girl approaching as he was getting up from getting a few packages from one of the shelves. He wasn’t prepared for. I wanted to cut to the chase, just let him have me and take me. I sat up abruptly, ripping myself from the kiss and softly panting. I pulled his shirt over his head, slightly stretching it, and reached down to help remove his pants and underwear. I could feel how hard he was, and I knew that he was ready to go. I was hungry, and my craving was him. I wanted him so badly, and I didnt want to wait anymore. When he was completely nude, I pushed him backwards, held on to his member and was ready. Gregg always came several times and it was lovely to think I could make him want to do that, just as much as he liked to feel me cum, his head perched between me down under, and the way he often cum into my face. Something once I would never have wanted, but with Gregg, he worked me up so much I lamented in everything he did, even the occasional anal which he liked to experiment with, sometimes putting a vibrator in me at the same time. Then the handcuffs. Wow! Those handcuffs, the times he has.