I was getting real horny by the thought that I was going to be lent out a whole weekend.Next day when my husband was at work I called Bent on the phon....He sounded happy but a bit surprised; I felt that he hadn't counted on an answer.Friday evening I was sitting in a train heading for Aalborg.I was so horny and had to leave my seat and go to the toilet with my dildo in my purse to get my soaking pussy satisfied.My body was trembling with nervous excitement, what was it I was doing. What if he. I sit on the bed wringing my hands, and wondering if I am doing the right thing.I then tell myself, "Go for it baby, too late to turn back now. Besides, you my dear need a good ole fashioned fucking!"A knock at the door startles me. I quickly light the candle in the bedroom, and as I walk through the living room, dim the lights. As I move toward the front door, I can feel, and hear the wet sounds of my pussy.I swallow hard, then peak to see who is at the door, the figure matches the picture in. I left my two sluts to sleep and passed through the main cabin. It was full of my servants. The fifty bodyguards that protected me in foreign countries; Leah, my chauffeur; ten or so maids, the women and teens that Willow recruited through her clinic; and a few former, female Air Force officers that ran the plane's systems. All the women were bound to me and sluttily dressed; chokers about their necks. Some were sleeping on the rather comfortable seats, while others were talking quietly with. Later that evening I check in into the hotel and texted her the room number.I took a shower and laid down on bed naked. I wasn't planning on waiting around. I wanted to fuck!Good thing she didn't took too long. I heard someone knock on the door.Without any clothes on I went to the door and opened. There she stoot. A hot woman looking for a good fucking.She wasn't too short, about 1m78, wasn't overweight but not too skinny either. A nice waistline, long legs, and a beautiful balcony.Her tits.