Could you pick it up for me?" she'd whisper. She'd be partially turned to face me. Her face would be pleading. Somehow another button was undone on he... blouse. I'd feel my palsy return with its accompanying red heat as I struggled to reach her pencil that was closer to her than to me.Then something happened one day, as if the gods on high, drained by their laughter at the poor mortal suffering mightily below, deigned to take pity on him. It didn't appear that way at first, for it began as the. It was obvious that the view was entirely for mybenefit and they were both smiling at me.I managed to steer for the correct point on the north bank and jump uponto the hard (not the only hard around, I hasten to add) and tie upbefore helping them both out of the boat and onto the footpath - all ofwhich seemed to involve a large amount of perfumed body contact and thebrushing of nylons and skirts against my hands as I helped them ashore.Apart from the occasional "Thank you" for help in boarding. The hostess announced the departure of the flight and requested us to fasten our seat belts. The beauty looked at me buckling up and tried to fasten her seat belt. I said, 'May I' and buckled it for her. With a disarming smile she said, 'Thank you. I am so clumsy with these things'.As the plane took off I asked, 'Is this your first flight?'She laughed nervously, 'Is it so obvious?''I would be lying if I said no' I said with my best smile.'Shit, all that practice down the drain' she said and. " No, that's true. But you can guess. For example, I don't think I want you to play around with my asshole at all. There's a boundary. I think I would enjoy it if you held down my arms a lot. I'm not sure that's something I'd be into, but I fantasize about it a lot."That got me thinking. I suppose there were a few things like that I had. "Okay, I see what you mean. I'm with you on the asshole stuff, I don't think I want to try that just yet. I would like it if you sat on my face and made me.