Somewhere, Michael knew Cuntcandy was below them, miserable and cramped in her crate. It was fitting for a bitch, and he considered doing the same to ...wat and Kitten on the return flight. The seat rows were set further back from the row ahead, so there was enough room in front of the passenger to receive service from a slut. Ben was seated in a nearby row and pressed the request service button, immediately signaling to Kitten and Fucktwat to attend to him. Unburdened by pregnancy, Kitten was. Now she had tears of joy in her eyes.I deliberately kept the door open because I knew Anish would be peeping which made me extra excited. I put my hands under her t-shirt from the sides and suddenly, pulled it up without any warning. She got a bit shocked but it was too late.Her t-shirt was above her bra. She was wearing a tube bra which I pulled down instantly. By the time she reacted, my reader’s wife’s boobs were in front of me. I could see Anish in the dressing table mirror. I could see. She was not so tall, had blond hair and a nice body. Since she just joined, she was still a bit shy, but nevertheless she was very attractive and I had noticed this early on after she joined. Her beauty of her body was further enhanced by the fact she was mostly wearing tight fitting stretch pants, mostly in black, and she looked very girly with the sneakers with pink motifs. Nevertheless, since she was so shy, I did not interact with her that much, as I wanted to give her some time to get used. I took the end of the cord in my hand and told her to turn around. She did so, balancing precariously on top of the desk. She stared at the cord in my hand, and gasped in horror when I gave it a small pull, raising the blinds enough so that anyone outside the window, if they were crouched to the right height, could see in, although they wouldn’t be able to see much more than her bare feet. “No!” she cried out. But she stayed put, her arms behind her head. “No...what?” I asked innocently,.