I studied her as she did. Her hair was crudely chopped off, tangled and filthy, her skin grimy, her cheekbone bruised, her lips split and puffy, her c...othes little more than rags. Her wrists were thin and her jaw line sharp."I remember you, at the widow's farm, in that front bedroom," I said, thinking of her lovely face distorted in passion, her body heaving beneath me. "I hope you haven't forgotten." Somebody else, sir," she said, wiping her mouth with her hand and tearing off another hunk of. She made sure I didn't eat my in-flight meal and only gave me glasses of ice to quiet my hunger. I thought I was just lucky, but I was carrying a cargo worth many thousands of dollars and I was well guarded."About an hour before we were due to land, I began to feel the need to go to the bathroom. We had been warned that if that happened we were to use the toothpaste we'd been given to clean the pellet and to re-swallow whatever we passed."I was terrified. Each pellet we swallowed had been. He started at my hair, my blue eyes, my t-shirt and my bulging cock. I swear he spent an extra second staring right through my shorts and my hardening cock. It was instinct at this point because my brain was flashing back to the sofa right there where I watched him cum, and he touched my cock and balls as I stroked off a massive load all over myself. Right over there. My hand kinda naturally adjusted myself as his eyes were on it. He smiled and I couldn't help to see the beads of sweat rolling. I pulled away when I felt one of his hands grab my breast. I blame myself. He was drunk, but I was sober and should have known better. I guess I was weak, and fell victim to our intimate friendship, his neediness and my repressed sexual desires.I didn't let him kiss me again. I got a blanket and let him sleep it off in the maintenance room. But later, safe in my own bed in the parish residence, I lay back thinking of him. I closed my eyes and tried to pray and ask God's forgiveness, but all I.