I wondered if they’d made up some friends for me as well ... I’d have to look it up in the PDF.A few minutes before take-off, I saw the French lad... waiting in the gangway, standing next to a folded up wheelchair and a tired looking Asian man in a high-viz vest. She clutched her carry-on, which she was clearly hoping to have carried on to this plane by now, with a resigned expression. Next to her, but blocking the way into the plane, was the purser. She was scanning a paper print-out. Her lips. I must never leave them. Never had anything like this happen before. So glad I was doing this for them. Eventually someone asked me why I was letting them feel me, and why I was happy with them wanking so openly. I was honest with them and told them a little of my story with my husband and how I had found this to be a key that had unlocked my sex-drive. I didn’t say too much more as I wasn’t sure, even at that stage, what I was going to do next.But I sure as hell wanted it to go on! Still. “What will they do with us?” Jodi asked.“Whatever they want to, honey,” Diane answeredseriously. Whatever they want to.”After a short break and a sip of water the processionbegan again. In a few short minutes they came into siteof the Bunwari Chieftain’s kraal or walled village.Half-wild African cattle roamed in rough pens, littlenaked boys tending the stock.They were still a good distance away when Chaga cameback to the girls and tossed each back their. As they started approaching, I thought hard about what to do. A passing car might not notice me, but no matter how dark it was and regardless of the fact that I was six floors high, men below my balcony might. Or they might not. Even if they do, can they see that I am naked? Can they see my face?What the hell, I suddenly decided. This is what taking risks is all about. This is a calculated risk, and even if it goes wrong, well, let's see what happens. So I gently pulled myself up from the.