She has to go. She has a client in 10 minutes, her second of the day. She tells me in mock disgust about her first client, his shriveled cock, gesturi...g with her little finger as she cackles. The next one is a rich Arab on a brief trip – her favourite kind, apparently. I feel my clit throb as she tells me, look at her vulgar red lips and imagine them wrapped around the shriveled cock. I can’t help but think of it as she kisses me goodbye. I am horny. I can feel the slipperiness of my labia. We did not see each other after that and it was almost time for landing, the flight landed and as usual all the people stood onto the aisle, I wait till all the people in hurry leave, did not see this lady pass me, after all left I saw this lady also get up to leave, left her to pass me and walked behind her, don’t know from where I mustered some courage but just asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me, I was waiting for a slap when she turned around gave me a smile and said ‘not today’,. I actually had to stop and shield my eyes against the glow when I opened my door. But feeling my bladder screaming at me, I forced myself to squint and stagger forward, heading for the bathroom."It's alive!" Dayna laughed from the living room as I came into view. My eyes were still barely cracked open and I grimaced as I turned to look at her. Brandi sat up from her spot on the couch and turned to look at me as well. But I was already continuing on to the bathroom.A few minutes later, feeling. "Then what do you want?" Well, I don't want to go to my bed, at least."Charles looked at her, his eyes filling his face, "What are you saying?" I'm saying that I want to stay with you," and Cynara could have sworn that she saw him blush."Cynara, do you know what your asking?" But Cynara wasn't interested in talking anymore, she grabbed his hand and pulled him up the rest of the stairs, leading him to the bedroom she knew was his."I'm not asking, I'm telling," she said pushing him in, "I'm going.