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We are driven backto Lorenzo’s jet, and he exits fast. As he opens my door, he tilts his head. “So, you’re not just looks!”

“Huh,” I say. “I’m looks, tits, ass, sass, and brains.”

Lorenzo grabs me, and he throws me over his shoulder.

I squeal, and I kick my legs as I try to find balance. My face is upside down and it’s a weird view as we walk up the jet’s stairs.

When Lorenzo is in one of his rare playful moods, I know he will now want to take me long, slow and hard. It’s only fair, because I’ve likely saved him a small fortune.

After the brutehas his way with me, we fly for NYC. Again, we take turns piloting and being copilot. Lorenzo got three new screenplays from Chris Remington, his talent agent pal, and they are supposedly hot, so they need reading fast.

If they are as good as Chris implied, Lorenzo may need to buy them, and move quickly. That means reading, and as soon as possible. As we fly, we rotate jobs. If Lorenzo is not reading the screenplays, he is flying, and when he is flying and piloting, I read the movie scripts aloud to him.

They’re actually great, and I enjoy imagining the movies as we talk, fly and discuss scenes. A couple of times Lorenzo gets distracted, and he asks me to change jobs. To even touch myself, so he can watch. I tell him to focus on flying, but once, I agree, and I put on a show.

I enjoy watching him, watch me, but I also like him being unable to touch me for once. I like his hot dark eyes, and tense jaw, especially when my legs are spread, and my feet are placed on his jet’s console.

As I come loud and long, with one hand between my legs, and the other on a breast, the plane wobbles, and Lorenzo loses focus.

We are just coming into JFK, and one of the busiest airports in the world.

As I pant, and look over wild eyed, I reach over to my man. He leans towards me, and he licks my wet finger. I giggle, and catch my breath. It’s nice to be home.

After landing at JFK airport,we drive to Lorenzo’s Manhattan penthouse in his Bentley. Inside, we stack our travel bags, and more things, in a pile. We then carry them to the roof and into the chopper. We’ve decided to spend the weekend away, before work next week, and we will fly north to his home in The Hamptons.

After placing fresh food from our kitchen into a large cool bag, we walk back up, and we slide the huge bag into the chopper’s back section.

Lorenzo then flies us up the coast.

After a gentle flight along The Hampton beach, we bank around his home, and Lorenzo puts us down on his helipad.

It’s good to be here, even if the whirlwind of a week, was spectacular.

Inside, we climb out of our travel clothes, and we put on loose, comfy stay at home clothes.

I look forward to a quiet weekend of beach walks, more reading, more time together. Also, more sex. Maybe a few more lessons from my teacher too, and him making me come for him.

Again, and… Again and… Again.

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It’s good to have some time in one place, and to not worry about flying my jet. It will also be good to have Alfred close for a few days. The older English gent has looked after the large property for years, and helped take care of things.

Alfred lives on the Hampton property, and he has quarters down the back that look up the coast. His quarters are stunning, and someone once offered to buy his studio for a cool three mil.

I get up early, and as the sun rises, I look across the ocean. I finish the second movie script, and the first two are great. That is enough for me.

I email Chris Remington on the spot. I tell him I want the screenplay rights to them both. I am willing to pay whatever the price is.

After a thirty-minute swim, Storm and I spend the morning on the beach, and inside my beach home. She and Alfred talk, it’s great she gets along with everyone. I have only brought two other women here, and that was messed up. They both treated Alfred like a butler, and rudely. I did not ask them back. In fact, I never saw them again.

After lunch, we pull on warmer gear, and we fly north, up the chilly coast. We fly past Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket and Cape Cod.

We head towards a friend’s remote rural home, and his estate is on the water.

The senior is an entertainment banker, and he is one of the best in the world.