Victoria looked around the bathroom admiringly. She was a hard woman to impress, but she was forced to admit – to herself, anyway – that Quintilian had outdone himself this time. The bathroom, the entire airplane … it boggled the imagination. Everything was exquisite and luxurious, with a slight hint of decadence … in other words, perfect.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, I suppose it’ll do,”</strong>Victoria said, pretending to stifle a yawn.<strong>“And yes, I’d quite fancy a dip, now that you mention it. The bedroom, I imagine, will be getting much use later on. I’d like to see what sorts of mischief we can get to in here first.”</strong><br/><br/>She watched as Zaffy started to help her husband with his tie. She joined in as well, though she wasn’t terribly interested in the tie. She was far more interested in snogging and groping Zaffy and Quintilian instead.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77845.msg3494900#msg3494900">Quote from: Dashenka on 18-08-2010, 17:40:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is it safe to be in a bubble bath during take off? Not that there are rules for it I guess."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Victoria sighed.<strong>“Oh Zaffy, sweetie darling, of course it’s perfectly safe,”</strong>she said, sliding her arms around the girls’s waist. She gave the maid a long, tender kiss and a few nibbles on the girl’s slender neck.<strong>“What could possibly go wrong, sitting in a hot tub while an airplane takes off? Besides, only boring people crash in airplanes, and I’m not boring.”</strong>She gave the maid another kiss – harder, more savage this time – and then leaned over to give Quintilian an equally hard, passionate kiss, teasing his tongue with hers.<br/><br/>Victoria gently stroked the tip of Quintilian’s nose with her finger, and then gave it a playful lick.<strong>“And another thing, the British invented the airplane anyway, didn’t they, love?”</strong>Her finger slid down his cheek, tracing its way down his chest and heading between his legs.<strong>“So I hardly think a British plane would be likely to crash, now would it?”</strong><br/><br/>Carelessly, Victoria stripped away her expensive blue dress, carelessly tossing it off in a corner like a dirty dishrag. She welcomed the feel of Zaffy’s hands sliding over her body as she undressed, grinding her ass playfully against the maid’s hips as she peeled away her bra and panties. Swirling around a fresh gin and tonic in her hand, she took a seat on the edge of the hot tub, naked except for her high heels and her black opera gloves. She tapped the gold-plated faucets expectantly.<br/><br/><strong>“Water, please, Zaffy? You know how I like it, hotter than a vicar at choir practice,”</strong>Victoria said. She watched as the maid started the bath, and added some scented soaps … the water bubbled and frothed, smelling of roses and sin. Still seated and naked, she looked up at Quintilian, a sly smile on her face.<strong>“And you, sir … I don’t think you answered my question. He didn’t tell me where we’re going. And you know how much I <em>despise</em> secrets, at least when you’re keeping them from me. <em>Not</em> acceptable, love.”</strong><br/><br/>Victoria reached between Quintilian’s legs. She licked her lips as she found what she wanted, a growing bulge. She gave it a gentle squeeze with her fingers.<strong>“Are you <em>sure</em> I can’t convince you to tell me where we’re going, after France?”</strong>she asked, adding a slightly hurt and wounded tone to her voice. Looking up at Quintilian, she batted her eyes at him, and stuck out her lower lip, pouting.<em>A bit over the top, but Quintilian loves this shit,</em>Victoria thought to herself.<strong>“At least a hint, darling. Play fair, and I promise Zaffy and I will make it worth your while.”</strong>