I handed him the tear stained copy of the Administrative leave form."How badly do you want to keep this job Honey?" Dave asked."Why, I need a job Dave..." Not one that forces you to be someone you aren't. and I worry about youdriving so far. Besides I know there is no way that you can get thesedocuments by next week." What am I going to do?" I'd asked him."First you are going to eat, then you have a couple of gifts to open."He said. "I'll take care of this tomorrow," he indicated the notice.After. In fact, he felt better than he had in as long as he could remember. His room was dark, but even then he knew something wasn't right. This wasn't his bed. The room smelled wrong. The bed felt wrong. The lights coming in through the not quite closed curtains was wrong; it was the old style lights used years ago before LED street lights became the norm. All the street lights near him were LEDs. Even the sound of traffic was wrong. A moment ago he was sure he was dying. Then he woke up and figured. I imagined him taking me doggie style in the bathroom cubicle on the plane. His hands would roam over my breasts and squeezing my pert nipples roughly. I would struggle to be quiet as he fucked me harder and harder pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly my breathing became very ragged, and I came hard in my hotel room, alone.The alarm rang, waking me abruptly from my slumber. I felt groggy and still asleep as I dragged myself into the en suite bathroom. I glanced at myself in the. "Wait... er... don't whip her... alright...... alright......... but you have to go first."Susan smiled. "Ooooh Carla, I think someone's got a crush on you!" She started slowly, licking the usual places. It took some time but Carla started to respond. Vicky just watched with a puzzled look on her face. "Play with her boobs." This time Vicky didn't hesitate. Susan was in control. She caressed Carla's breasts. Susan watched as she sucked on the slave pussy. She gave more instructions. "Suck her.