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Private jet

Anxious nerves bellowed inside me when we got to the private airfield and boarded Callista's private jet.

"I don't have my passport," I told her.

"Don't worry about it," Callista hushed while sitting on my lap.

She didn't waste time, did she?

"I'll buy you a new wardrobe, look, jewelry, the works. You'll want for nothing. I need you to be at my beck and call whenever I need you," she smiled.

I wrapped one of my arms around her warm waist, pressing her cleavage against my face. I licked the hot skin between her breasts while pushing her down against my hard-on. Her head arched back as I seized her hair within my grasp. She gasped, dropping her glass of champagne on the floor beside us. I lifted her onto the small table in front of me and began to unbuckle my jeans.

A slight movement out of the corner of my right eye stopped me. It was the stewardess. However, she didn't look shocked; it seemed like she could use a smoke break. She was beautiful. Her perfect, tight brown cur
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