Soon I could feel that he was sleeping. I slippedmy own fingers where his had been. I fingered so slowly. I wantedthat feeling, more and more. The...stewardess came back and stopped. Istopped my fingers, laying there frozen. She looked at me and thensmiled.She was not the same stewardess who had greeted us. This one was olderwith a mop of blond hair. I smiled back wondering if she knew what Iwas up to or whether she was just being polite. I got my answer whenshe slipped one of her own. I had forgotten how amazing she is at it and got lost in the feeling. Until I felt her fingers roaming around my asshole that is. This was an area she had never had an interest in, and truthfully neither had I. Not being able to fight back I tried to relax as much as possible as she probed all around my sphincter, pushing her finger in a little bit at a time, using my precum to lube it up. Getting extremely close she stopped stroking and fingering and said she would be right back.When she comes. I was in shock that night and couldn’t sleep due to excitement… Next morning I went to college, returned back had my lunch and was waiting for her daughters to go to school, after some time my dad went for his work mom went to her office after the lunch break and even her daughter’s school van came. I found a chance and went to her home. She was in white nighty and it was clearly seen that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, she was braless and pantyless , she served me with juice and said. He knew how to draw out my perverted fantasies, telling him my dirty desires, before planting the seeds of something dirtier in my mind. I told him of my desire to be tied up most of the time, to be made to serve cock, to serve many cocks at the same time while dressed like a sluttish schoolgirl bitch, and to not have a choice. He carried it farther, and it only made me hotter and hotter to hear about how he wanted to take me to the seedy places like the truckstop and pimp me to strangers. The.