They brought out new clothes for her. Short plaid skirt. Thigh high stockings that didn’t reach the skirt. And a tight, sheer white top. No bra or p...nties. And they took us straight to the plane.The flight home My wife reeked of sex. Cum ran down her legs. Everyone on the plane had to know. I didn’t notice until we pulled away from the gate that she was the only woman on the flight. The flight wasn’t full, but there were at least 30 other men on the flight. Once we were airborne, the. As I came to my senses and my body relaxed, I suddenly realised it was his hand that was between my legs, his fingers inside of me, and his beery mouth that was clamped onto my nipple, I was too far gone to feel him take over my body.I was hissing, 'Fuck me', over and over into the echo of the car interior, I was clinging to his arm and humping his hand as he crudely stretched and poked deep inside of me, my vaginal muscles gripping and relaxing his fingers as I came, his hooked fingers locked. It was so intense. When his hand ran up her thigh and found her wet center, she couldn’t contain a whimper.Michael soon broke the kiss. “Since you are so naughty little one, get on your knees,” He told her as he opened his pants and sat down.Silk jumped off the desk thinking she knew what was up. Silk was only too happy to give him a blow job.Michael wanted a blow job, but not like she thought. He had an appointment at six thirty. The newspaper wanted to interview him. He decided that Silk was. The dining room is in the communal area of the house. I'll need Grace and Mary's input for any communal work, but as of right now, Oscar, you're hired to build my desk and the bookcases in my office. I'll work with Bill on the design, but we'll leave the specifications open so you can do your magic. Okay?" I ain't cheap," Oscar said.I laughed. "I know, and you aren't fast. Would you mind if I sent Grace and Mary to your shop to see what you do? My architect, too?" Fine by me," he said.Standing.