The phone on the nightstand rings. Dakota answers it. Jill is wondering when I’ll be done so we can head to the airport. Dakota tells her that I’m dressing right now and will be down to her in just a couple of minutes. I hop out of bed and dress as fast as I can, kissing both Dakota and oriental Tina before heading down to Jill. I powerwalk down to Jill, who is sitting patiently waiting for me. She just smiles, kisses me and grabs her luggage. I do a quick walk thru and ensure we haven’t forgotten anything. I text the girls that we are heading to the elevators. They meet us at the elevators, and we all ride down together, not the same ride that I just got from Dakota, but a ride none the less. Jill goes to check out asian and discovers that Mr. Miller has taken care of our bill. She tells the japanese person behind the counter to thank him for us. We step outside and just moments later Dalilah pulls the limo up for us. She pops the trunk taking our suitcases and opens the back door for us to get in. I think to myself that this is what was supposed to happen yesterday. I see the clock on my cell phone says 5:59pm. I figure that the plane will be ready for takeoff. Dakota tells Dalilah that we have a private plane and that we are not flying commercial. She thanks Dakota for giving her that information and heads down the road towards the private part of the airport. “Dalilah, tell me, what did you do before you became a chauffeur?” I ask. “I was a middle school teacher. English and composition. I left because the hours were getting longer, the students were getting meaner, no parent ever believed that their child could have made a mistake, and well, they were discussing increased class sizes. I already had 40 students, how many more do they think one teacher could handle?” She says sounding defeated. “Have you ever thought about being a teacher to different students?” I ask. “You mean like high schoolers or elementary school?” “No, I mean in the private sector. Like a facilitator for a corporation. Many of the large companies are always looking for qualified instructors to help train new people, to roll out new Fingering programs, to help facilitate open dialog amongst different departments, things like that,” I say to her. “WOW, I had never even considered that,” she says to me. Dakota already knowing where I was heading with this conversation, reached through the hole where the privacy window would reside if it were up. She tapped Dalilah on the shoulder handing her my card. I told her to email me her resume. Who exotic knows, we might have a position for her in our company. Jill is smiling and just shaking her head. 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Then her skin started to glow and my Mark was there on her neck a pretty Pink Mark like a brand. “How do I get her to call me ‘Satan?’” I grinned. But it didn’t matter because we were the only 2 people in there. I clutched the half-drunk wine cooler in my hand, my blood on fire. Be good and we’ll get you something nice to eat and drink. “Sounds… Gross.” I honestly answered. Oh, fuck my little panties with all you've got!" When we’re rested you can change places and we’ll do it again, which looks like it won’t be long” looking at our asian still semi hard cocks.