" I will," Mira promised. "But what will you do here if you stay?" I will not stay," Anya said sadly. "I have commitments to BCC and I will fulfill th...m. But when I return, I will do here what I do there. I will work the jobs I wish to work. I will allow BCC to use me as a bargaining tool for others."She noticed the look on Mira's face."Yes, Mira," Anya said, "I know that you use the lure of casting me to get jobs for others. I am fine with that. For some, it is the only good jobs they get. I. Emma is more than willing to comply. They are soon on the floor of the cockpit groping at each other like it has been a month since they coupled, rather than twenty-four hours.Emma starts on her back, on a towel Donald throws down for her. He is kissing her neck as he bends over her. “Would you like me to give you a hickey like Aunt Dorothy got?” he jokes with her.“Umm,” Emma replies, but then sensibility takes over and continues, “I would like to feel that Donald, but I would be so. I said, “Do you ever dream of reenacting those times, with a consenting partner of course?” He looked confused and embarrassed. “Consenting?” he queried. “Yes, where she wants you to.”He looked very confused. Now feeling my wine, I said “I would like to play out being ****d.” He looked even more confused but then the light dawned. I told him my tent location.In the middle of the night I heard the tent zipper go up and he was standing there. He put his hand over my mouth a said, “You sure you. "She looked down at her dress, as if trying to remember, or perhaps she was working out exactly how much she would let on to me."Well, sometimes they'd get fresh with me. You know, grab my ass, that kind of thing." Is that all?" I asked, with disappointment in my voice."It turns you on, doesn't it? The idea of all those strange men touching me."I didn't want to admit it, but she was right. My cock was hard and I was dying to fuck her. I couldn't wait until we got home. Hell, I felt like doing.