The helicopter took us to Mark and Merrill's private plane, the same one that transported me to Switzerland for the auction.

On the way toward Greece, Merrill was talking real sweet to Laura while the older woman had here hand inside the younger woman's panties. Laura was not resisting at all. I knew Merrill would make her forget all about Pat.

For his part, Mark moved his hand to my crotch, unzipping me. It was a good thing Laura found key to my chastity belt, and I found some clothes that were left by a slave who had been sent to the island. The man fondled my cock, making me gasp. "Strip slave!" When I did, he told me to take his cock out. It had been a while but I recall what a whopper he has. When we were both naked, we got in a sixty-nine position. It had been so long since I had my cock sucked, and since I had been allowed to cum, that it only took a few strokes before I emptied my load in his mouth. It took a bit longer for Mark to cum, but I felt his cock shudder, so I was ready to swallow.

Meanwhile the ladies were engaged in a sixty-nine of their own, which meant the whole private plane was filled with shrieks of unadulterated pleasure.

When all four of us had resumed normal breathing, Merrill told us that they still had a house in Virginia as well as the one on a Greek island. The one in Virginia was the one I remembered well. Laura would love it there.