” She did a mock curtsey and said “sir!” My client arrived as I knew he would, I sat him in the sitting room and we talked. He was a tiny man, t...aditional wing collar and worn suit, about 50, red faced, glasses and timid, though after alcohol, he was bold as brass and had been gripping passing lady’s breasts in Tontine street in Folkestone a well-known haunt of holiday makers and shoppers, to the outrage of most of them, and the joy of the p.c.s.o who had arrested him. I had discovered he had a. He wasn't bad looking. Kinda looked like he had been in a wedding that night or something. I had on a mini skirt, thong, heels, tank top, with an over-sized jacket on. He nuzzled his face into my neck planting kisses and deeply inhaling my perfume like we were old familiar lovers. I felt his hands slip under my jacket to my breasts. He gave a tug at the tank top stretching it lower so my breasts were totally exposed. He softly squeezed my nipples I lifted my eyes from the dancers below, looked. .." Helen moaned, rolling her eyes. "Oh, yes... That's it... OH!"It was hard to keep from laughing as Helen continued her show. Despite the fact that it was fake, it was also damned arousing."Right there... OH YES! Oh YEAH! Faster..." Helen gasped out, starting to get into the feel. "So good... Deeper... Use that tongue DAMMIT!"The last line had her clamp her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Helen squeezed her eyes shut, before breathing again, and continuing."OH god, baby... Oh. The chopper had barely nicked the ground when my minders each grabbed an arm and hustled me from one bird to the other and tossed me inside the open door, because the stairs were not deployed to allow the pilot to take off faster. I was sliding across the airplane floor, when the door slammed and we were airborne. Two military officers helped me up and strapped me in so fast, I didn't even get a glimpse of how it was done, and we were barreling full tilt towards Baltimore.The flight was.