This kind of sounded childish game, like the kitty games played by the kids and I said the same to her. Then she said its not kids game and you will e...joy it. Then I said ok and asked how to play it. She said that as this is not kid’s game, we will act as Mom-Dad like in the night time. This gave a strike in my head what she was actually up to but was not clear enough nor daring enough to make the first move.Then she said to close the doors, windows and take off my clothes. I closed the doors. The man had smiled with a never mind maybe later, and moved off towards the lounge. A steward and a dark haired stewardess came next with a trolley of drinks, and I took an orange juice for safety. Time slowed. The film shown was for a mixed audience of children and parents. I ignored it. The afternoon sailed by in the cylinder of recycled air. Tea or coffee, pastry or biscuits followed. The man still had not return to his seat. I leafed through the magazine the Stewardess had given me, and. "Ashley's eyes went impossibly wide and she jerked uncontrollably, gushing over his fingers."I can't," she whined, struggling as the spasms ripping through her body erased every last ounce of control."Stay still!" he growled into Ashley's ear and spanked her clit, causing her to buck and twist sharply against him. She bit her lip in effort to hold back another scream. Mr. Thornbeck only intensified his assault. He jerked his wrist back and forth, twisting his fingers inside her, and bit down on. She swallowed hard, and looked anxiously towards the door. She was horrified to hear the sound of a man's voice when Bezaffa opened the front door. Her horror was further exacerbated when she recognised the voice as belonging to her boss, Mr Madir. What was he doing here?Bezaffa escorted him into the living room, carrying another tray holding three cups of coffee. Ana realised with another shock that both the Director and Khedra had been expected. Why was that? Had it anything to do with her.