Quintilian's Billionnaire Getaway (Game Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Quintilian's Billionnaire Getaway (Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:37:33</strong>
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				<strong><em>Stansted, UK, 9 a.m.</em></strong><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c6/2003-2008_Rolls-Royce_Phantom_01.jpg/250px-2003-2008_Rolls-Royce_Phantom_01.jpg)<br>The Rolls Royce Phantom, registration number CEO QBD, rolled through the security gate of Stansted Airport and was waved on to the private aviation, VIP section of the terminal. Quintilian Burton D'Arbyshire, professional squillionaire, his wife Victoria, and their maid and housepet Zafirah, or Zaffy for short, were looking forward to getting away from the stressful bustle of rural Hertfordshire. Totternhoe, the nearest village to D'Arbyshire Hall, was a charming little place, but as ceremonial Lord of the Manor, Mr. D'Arbyshire couldn't help attracting attention there. Quintilian gazed in horror through the windows of the main building, and wrinkled his nose at the plebeians waiting for their low-cost flights, who polluted the skies and would flood half the world some day by flying Easyjet.<br><br>As he looked forward to parking on board his new plane, and to make airport security even more of a breeze, Quintilian had unusually chosen to drive the car himself to the airport. It suited the informality of his planned intercontinental jaunt. Airport porters rushed to unload the luggage from the car's surprisingly cavernous boot, and Quintilian led Victoria and Zaffy into the discreet plutocrats' VIP lounge. Security was a brief and civilised affair, and consisted of the D'Arbyshire party being asked nicely if they had any drugs or weapons on them. They hadn't. In the main building, unwashed shaven louts had their beer cans confiscated, were herded through metal detectors and were forced to take off and X-ray their vulgar trainers. <br><br>They had about 15 minutes until their aircraft was cleared for boarding, just in time for a quick breakfast. After they were led to a secluded booth by a lounge waitress, Quintilian sat back on the plush leather seating, curled an arm around both beauties accompanying him and ordered three Full English Breakfasts and a pot of Lapsang Souchong.<br><br><strong>"So girls, have you got any major shopping planned for Paris? If you were planning to drag me on a spree, that's fine, but there'll be playful repercussions,"</strong> he smirked, pouring three cups of tea. He added a splash of milk to his and sipped appreciatively.<br><br>The interior designer's plans for his new jet had looked simply fabulous, and the tycoon was dying to see it for himself, particularly the hot tub and cocktail bar. His previous plane, a Gulfstream IV, had been disposed of as being small, stuffy and as vulgar as Paris Hilton. The centrepiece of the plane, the four poster bed designed for three in the master bedroom, held its own attractions, but wouldn't be needed for the short hop to Paris. As Paris was an hour ahead of London, they'd be landing on time for an early 11 o'clock gin and tonic. Quintilian made sure he never arrived in France before the sun was over the yardarm, as he couldn't stand the thought of setting foot in the country having without a stiff drink. Being suddenly surrounded by Frenchmen tended to come as a shock to his system.<br><br><strong>"So what was that little surprise you'd had the designer build into my plane, you wicked nymphomaniac? If it's another ghastly Picasso I want the time to have it removed to the Tate Modern Art Landfill," </strong> D'Arbyshire teased his wife, idly stroking his hand up her stockinged thigh,&nbsp; and the other up the short skirt of Zaffy's designer French maid uniform. He preferred to grope the ladies through their fetching, £500 Agent Provocateur lingerie before he got bacon grease on his fingers.
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 15:43:47</strong>
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				VICTORIA ROSE D'ARBYSHIRE<br><br>Victoria Rose D'Arbyshire, model and wife to Quintilian Burton D'Arbyshire, entered the airport lounge with a certain amount of excitement. Her life essentially <em>was</em> a holiday, but it’d been a long time since she’d been on a proper one. <em>Trip around the world, what do you say?</em> Quintilian had asked, in his typical Quintilian fashion, and she’d said yes. She usually said yes to him. He was insane, and so was she, so that tended to help matters tremendously.<br><br>She wore a ridiculously short blue Donna Karan minidress, complete with black stockings and black opera gloves. She also wore a pair of blue-and-black Jimmy Choos that were worth more than a Mercedes. She always liked to look fan-fucking-tastic, no matter where she went. And she didn’t know where she was going, apart from a first stop in Paris.&nbsp; <em>Trip around the world</em> was all she knew, nothing more. Quintilian loved his secrets.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77845.msg3409150#msg3409150">Quote from: ramster on 03-08-2010, 23:37:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"So girls, have you got any major shopping planned for Paris? If you were planning to drag me on a spree, that's fine, but there'll be playful repercussions,"</strong> he smirked, pouring three cups of tea. He added a splash of milk to his and sipped appreciatively.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Victoria glanced down at her tea disapprovingly. She sighed, and reached into her Vera Wang handbag, pulling out a silver-plated flask. <strong>“Sweetie darling, you do remember we’re going to France, yes?”</strong> she asked, pouring a generous splash of bourbon into her cup. <strong>“How you expect me to do that on tea alone is beyond me …”</strong> She downed the contents of her cup, then handed it back to him. <strong>“More, please.”</strong><br><br><strong>“And shopping … of course. Good lord, what else is there to do in France, anyway? Shop, drink, fuck, and go to topless beaches. And then drink and fuck some more.”</strong> She pursed her lips in disdain. <strong>“If you start giving me nonsense about ‘the culture’ and ‘the history’”</strong> – she made little finger quotes in the air as she sneered those words – <strong>“we might as well stay home.”</strong> <br><br>She gave Quintilian a knowing look. <strong>“Of course, if you gave me a reason <em>not</em> to shop …”</strong><br><br>She grinned wickedly as Quintilian placed his hand on her thigh. He’d placed himself squarely between her and Zaffy, so she couldn’t properly molest her ravishing maid just yet. <em>That’ll come in time,</em> she thought. So instead she just playfully grabbed Quintilian’s hand and slid it further up her minidress, so he could fondle her ass cheek.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=77845.msg3409150#msg3409150">Quote from: ramster on 03-08-2010, 23:37:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"So what was that little surprise you'd had the designer build into my plane, you wicked nymphomaniac? If it's another ghastly Picasso I want the time to have it removed to the Tate Modern Art Landfill." </strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>“Pffft. Collecting cubist art is <em>so</em> 2009,”</strong> Victoria said dismissively. <strong>“Besides, that was all Gisele Bündchen’s idea anyway.”</strong> She rolled her eyes. <strong>“Lovely woman and a tiger in the sack, but she’s about as sharp as a sack of wet mice, the sad twit, and her taste in décor leaves much to be desired. Last time I listen to her.”</strong><br><br>Victoria sipped daintily at her fresh cup of bourbon laced with a hint of hot tea. <strong>“No, I thought I’d try something more our style. I had the canopy taken off the four poster bed, sweetie … I thought a full-length mirror on the ceiling was far more appropriate. And at the foot of the bed … well, I had a St. Andrews’ Cross installed.”</strong> She glanced over at Zaffy and smiled. <strong>“Do you know what that is, love? I’m sure we’ll get to try it out sometime soon.”</strong><br><br>She turned back to Quintilian. Grabbing his tie, she pulled his face close to hers and gave him a long, slow wet kiss. <strong>“I assume France is just our starting point, darling,”</strong> she finally said as she broke away. <strong>“Any hints to other destinations? Or is it all a big surprise?”</strong>&nbsp; She ran her fingers down his chest. <strong>“I have ways of making you talk if it’s a secret …”</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 17:04:46</strong>
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				"Yes Lau I <em>will</em> call you when I can and update you on <em>all</em> of my incredible adventures," Zafirah rolled her eyes at the D'Arbyshires as she spoke to her best friend on the phone as they entered the airport. Unlike Victoria, Zafirah wanted to look good but modest and the expensive designer shit just wasn't her taste. She had been given her usual maid's outfit and although she felt she looked like a total idiot in it, she wore it with pride, with her hair tied in a ponytail. <br><br>"Lau we're getting to the posh people section of the airport. I have to hang up. Toodles." With that said, she shut her phone without waiting for an answer and followed the D'Arbyshires into the lounge. <br><br>"She's a bit jealous," she joked as she sat down and immediately took off her shoes to fold her leg beneath her. Zafirah didn't like shoes and especially not the ones she had been told to wear. They were a necessary evil to protect the socks. <br><br>Quintilian was smart and not too pretty but his wife was the other way around. Very pretty but not very smart. At least that's the impression Zafirah had of her and when she started yapping about shopping in Paris she saw her trip to Versailles go down the drain. No Versailles this time. No exquisitely beautiful furniture and dark basements, but Gucci and Armani in stead. At least they were French too. Or Italian. She didn't really care.<br><br>She took a zip of the tea and immediately put it down again. Lapsang was horrid but it wasn't polite to turn down something your master offered you so she decided to drink a few more zips and then leave the rest until they had to board the plane. Now that was what excited her. That magnificent machine. She hoped to fly the plane during this trip one time with Quintilian.<br><br>Zafirah smiled at Victoria and purred at her.<br>"I know what a St. Andrew's Cross is Victoria. It's the official name of the Scottish flag and a nice device in the BDSM world." She gave a wink to Victoria and looked at Quintilian now too. For the first time Victoria had asked a useful question. Zafirah was curious what they were going to see and hoped that Baku was on the road as well. She would love to see her parents and family again.
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:38:24</strong>
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				Squeezing a lingerie model-grade buttock, Quintilian growled against Victoria's lips, then took a matching, monogrammed silver hip flask from his coat pocket, his resolve weakened by his wicked, dipsomaniac, nymphomaniac wife. <br><br><strong>"My lips are sealed, except to your tongue and Zaffy's,"</strong> he smirked, grinning at his uniquely qualified Azeri maid and giving her a firm kiss and grope as well, <strong>"but I look forward to your enhanced interrogation techniques."</strong> He poured a generous swig of 30 year old Glenfarclas in his cup and Victoria's, then added a little tea. The sinfully alcoholic and expensive cuppa helped Quintilian wolf down his breakfast, and only years of practice saved his tie and shirt from merciless staining by egg and baked beans. Once breakfast was out of the way, their epic voyage could begin.<br><br><strong>"The plane should really be ready by now. Ladies, by your leave?"</strong> With an encouraging pat on their arses, Quintilian headed out towards the car, after asking an airport worker briefly and patronisingly for directions to their plane. Once he'd helped the ladies back into the Rolls with an approving glance up their skirts, an airport baggage buggy guided them to the plane.<br><br>(http://cdn-www.airliners.net/aviation-photos/middle/1/2/5/1674521.jpg)<br><br>They approached the plane from the front, and as the pilots saw them coming a long loading ramp lowered from the tail of the plane. <strong>"Welcome on board the flying garage,"</strong> Quintilian sighed with delight as he drove the car up the ramp and straight into the hold of his large private airliner. A clever system of wheelclamps locked the car in place at the push of a button, and Quintilian got out. A staircase led up to the flying palace's main deck. Before he headed up it, he secretively looked in a large steel locker bolted to the wall of the plane. <em>Parachutes? Check.</em> <br><br><strong>"Follow me, Victoria, let's make sure they didn't cut corners on the crystal toilet seat,"</strong> the megalomaniac grinned as he ran loudly up the thick red carpeted steps. They led to a cocktail bar with leather sofas, fully fitted with seatbelts of course. There, two stewardesses awaited them. <strong>"Victoria, Zafirah, these are our air servants Lydia and Chloe. Feel free to get cheeky with them, but obey British Aviation Authority regulations,"</strong> he winked. <strong>"Mix us some G &amp; T's, we'll call for them in the hot tub. This way, my darlings." </strong><br><br>The bathroom was larger than the First Class lounge on the top floor of a jumbo jet, and had a large, tiled showering area with gold plated taps and shower heads. Beside the showers bubbled the hot tub, with a service button to poke the air servants with. <strong>"Here it is. Anyone fancy a dip, or would you two minxes like to give the bedroom a thorough inspection first?"</strong> Quintilian leered, taking off his coat and hanging it on a hook. There were three plush silk bath robes ready for their use, whose comfort made it worth looking like Hugh Hefner just to wear one. <strong>"Help me with my tie, darlings?"</strong> he chuckled, pulling off his jacket, then pulled Zaffy and Vicky into satisfied group snog. This was one hell of a new toy for them to play with.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 17:40:35</strong>
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				Was it hard to get used to luxury and wealth? For Westerners maybe, but not at all for Zafirah. Some people in her family and friends had called her a golddigger. Maybe she was but better to love and be loved by a filthy rich couple than not to be loved at all. Or something like that. The car was amazing. People in Baku only dream about these kind of cars and during her time in England, she had been driving a small old Mazda so having a Rolls Royce was certainly an improvement. But much like anything in life, once you have something long enough, it becomes boring. The same thing happened with the Rolls Royce. The trip to the airport and the airplane was just long enough to enjoy the luxuries of the car. Or was the misfortune of others? It could be that. Now they got up into the airplane and that was something else. <br><br>All the seats had seatbelts but when she saw the bubblebath she doubted if it had seatbelts installed. She slightly cocked her head wondering what would happen during take off and landing with the water inside. Or more importantly, with <em>them</em> inside. It wasn't her job to think though and thus she didn't. Instead she nodded at the flight attendents, happy not having to do it herself for a change.<br><br>As Q pulled her into a snog she let her hands glide over the fabric of the bath robes and smiled at him and Victoria.<br><br>"I'll help you with anything darling," she said with a very fake English accent and helped him take off his tie. <br><br>Quintillian and Victoria were made for this luxury. They looked luxurious in their fancy clothes, expensive haircuts and together, they shone like the brightest diamond. But every diamond needs some polishing from time to time. Zafirah liked to think that was her job. To keep things running smoothly between those two. When she had helped Quintillian with his tie, she knew she had to help Victoria with the bra and she gladly would before undressing herself completely and putting on the robe. The soft fabric felt good on her skin and the tiles were warm on her feet. No doubt it had some undersoil heating installed. Something you could only see on football pitches in Azerbaijan and then still most weren't used or working.<br><br>The bedroom could only have been as lavish as this bathroom because it was simply impossible to make anything more posh and luxurious than this room unless one could reinvent the whole meaning of it. Knowing very well what would happen if they would go to the bedroom (They would spill their G&amp;T's all over the sheets during take off and she would have to clean the bed or sleep somewhere else) she cocked her head and added some soap into the tub.<br><br>"Is it safe to be in a bubble bath during take off? Not that there are rules for it I guess."
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>29-10-2010, 19:42:56</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; <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>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-11-2010, 13:37:40</strong>
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				There were some flaws on Victoria. For example she wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but what she lacked up there, she made up with her sensuality. Just the slightest touch of the woman had her squirming in pleasure. When she was finished undressing Victoria and Q, she checked the bath and felt it a bit with her hands. It was very hot and she didn't fancy it anymore. She added some soap and watched it foam and bubble. <br><br>As Victoria started to fish for clues as to where they were going, Zafirah picked the clothes up from the floor and folded them neatly on a chair. She was still wearing her gown and now took it off and hung it on a hook. Then she felt a slight jolt as the plane started to move.<br><br>"I think the bath is full Mister Q," she said and then remembered the drinks. <br><br>She took on her robe again and left the bathroom to get the drinks. When she returned she could just hear the beep of the seatbelt lights being turned on and she put down the tray with the glasses.<br><br>"Can I join you in the tub or should I take a seat?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 19:45:03</strong>
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				Quintillian licked his lips and purred at his wife's wicked little squeeze, smirked at her quizzically, peeled off his chinos and took a G&amp;T from Zaffy with a smile and nod of thanks, and an affectionate pat on her bottom. Finally undressed, he sank into the steaming water. Enjoying the pouting look on Victoria's face for a moment longer, he swirled his drink in its glass and sipped.<br><br><strong>"You know me girls, I like to keep you in suspense. Of course, there are ways of making me talk, and I dare you to make use of them. For now, let's just say that our destinations will include California, Hawaii, Pisa, Sydney, and a stay at a lovely little place I know in the Gabon. I'm not giving you any more spoilers. Sit down and let me show you how the seatbelts work before we take off, dear,"</strong> he chuckled, gesturing to Victoria and Zafirah. <strong>"The PVC straps go here... here... and here."</strong><br><br>He strapped the gorgeous young maid securely in place: besides a wide waterproof strap around her stomach, two held her thighs down and spread slightly apart, perfect for Quintilian to slip a foot between. He did so, teased her with his toes for a moment, then removed it and showed Zaffy the various positions that the cuff restraints for her wrists could be moved to. Then, he uncuffed her wrists, for now, and handed her a drink. <strong>"You can take off now, Captain,"</strong> he said through the intercom built into the tub rim.<br><br>As the plane's engines roared to life, it rolled down the runway, tilted up and rose skywards, Quintilian raised his glass, licked his lips and stroked Zaffy's cheek before leaning over to kiss Victoria long and filthily. <strong>"Bon voyage, girls!"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>25-01-2011, 21:26:53</strong>
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				<strong>“Mmm … sounds quite the scrumptious trip,”</strong> Victoria said, with a mad giggle. Slowly, she rose to her feet. She threw her arms around Quintillian’s shoulders and gave him a long, slow kiss, straddling his leg between hers, practically humping his thigh with her crotch as her tongue explored her husband’s mouth. <strong>“Especially the Gabon. I’ve never been to Japan before.”</strong><br><br>Gently, her hand slid down between his legs again, and she lightly stroked her fingers against his hardness, smiling as she felt it stir and grow. <strong>“But first things first, I believe,”</strong> Victoria said. <strong>“We’re supposed to take off … and then we can renew our membership in the mile high club, if you like.”</strong><br><br>Victoria drained the rest of her drink, and stripped off the rest of her clothes. Naked, she sank down into the hot tub, sighing with pleasure as the water washed soothingly over her skin. She strapped herself into her ‘seat’ in the hot tub … and watched as her husband helped Zaffy with the straps. <br><br>For a moment, Victoria felt a look of hurt jealousy come over her as watched Quintillian playfully tease their beautiful maid, spreading the woman’s gorgeous thighs apart, grinning at her in that wicked way of his as he tightened the woman’s straps. Victoria wasn’t angry with Zaffy – not at all. Victoria adored her, and loved her companionship as much as she loved having the ravishing woman in her bed. And she wasn’t angry with Quintillian, either. She wasn’t doing anything that he hadn’t done a hundred times before, often at her own hungry, lust-filled encouragement. <br><br>But … well, Zaffy was adventurous, resourceful, incredibly sexy, and clever. Victoria knew that Zaffy could connect with her madly brilliant husband in ways she never could. Always insecure, even before she’d ever met Quintillian, Victoria worried at times that he’d grow bored with her. She knew that she wasn’t very smart. She knew she could stimulate his body, but not his mind … and if he found someone someday who could be both, Victoria wasn’t sure what she’d do.<br><br>And Zaffy – her exquisite companion and lover – seemed to Victoria like someone who could be both.<br><br>She suddenly found herself glad that Quintillian’s back was turned to her. <br><br>Victoria shook her head, and tightened her own straps. Her worries, for the moment, seemed to fall away as the engines of the plane screamed to life, and they rose into the skies above. She smiled, and glanced out the window to blue skies, wondering what sort of devious surprises her husband had in store for her and Zaffy.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>07-02-2011, 12:39:14</strong>
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				Zafirah shook her head at Victoria's comments about Japan. No the woman wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but those hands made up for everything she lacked in her head. More than made up. She purred as Q strapped her in and wondered why anybody would have cuff restrains in their airplane's hot tub, but abandoned the thought when she realized that she was in a hot tub in an airplane. Anything could be expected from a man owning that. <br><br>The engines fired up and Zafirah had a difficult time trying to decide where to look. Outside to the airport or in front of her to Q's insanely sexy wife. Q and Victoria were travelling the right way in the tub and when the plane tilted, no matter how smoothly the pilots did it, the water in the tub tilted with the plane and exposed more of Zafirah's body as she was travelling backwards and hid Victoria's perfect breasts under water. <br><br>Having her hands free, (she wasn't sure if she liked that or preferred them to be cuffed) Zafirah took her glass and raised it as well while she gave Victoria a very sensual dirty look and then gave the same look to Q. Her friend was already jealous that she was going on this trip. She could make her even more jealous by having sex with the couple. Sometimes she wasn't into the whole threesome thing but at other times, when Victoria's hands ravaged her body and Q's genius mind thought of incredible ways to pleasure a woman, she couldn't get enough.<br><br>She knew her place and she loved it but if ever Victoria would ask her to return the favor, my God she wouldn't hesitate one second and show Victoria and her husband what she could do when she was in heat. For now, she smiled and looked outside the window to see the airport get smaller and smaller underneath them. 
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