It had been one hell of a journey to get here and even though she questioned this reality every day, she wasn’t regretting a second of it. ******************************************
In a blink, her mind was back inside her twin-engined Embraer Phenom 100, thrilled to be piloting the little jet over the gauzy cloud-banks of South America. Sex Alice had told them all that the thong was designed to keep their feminine scents from arousing the other native wildlife, be it a creature, or be it Homo sapiens. The three other male wolves, cowed by their leader, were getting more and more restless as the smells and sights of copulation intensified. Despite countless role-plays and intimate discussions over her many years spent under Alice (both managerially and literally), nothing remotely close to this scenario had ever come up between the two of them. Just one of those things she guessed. She found that the feeling of being in control was quite an aphrodisiac, her pussy was fluttering wetly at the utter shamelessness of the situation. She could feel waves of pleasure rising up from her nethers, her boss/lover was still paying extremely close attention to her plump mound.
