I glanced up, briefly making eye contact, as she continued toward the rear of the plane and fought the urge to glance back at her retreating backside.... Rushing to finish my email, I was still typing when she passed by again."Sir, I asked you to turn off your phone. We can't depart until you comply." Her voice had a noticeably stern edge to it and I looked up at her, feeling a bit defiant. She did not flinch but held my gaze coolly, tipping her head slightly to the side as if to say "Well?" . She closed her eyes and let him stroke her, knowing he wouldn’t allow her to cum, but wanting it so badly.Something on the television caught his attention and his hand stopped, but still she sat with her legs spread, waiting. It seemed like it took forever for him to find something that he deemed worth watching and settled on a late night talk show. Her body was slowly feeling less and less aroused when he began to pluck at her clit with two fingers and she couldn’t help but moan. Tingles of. As she approached the crest she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled the rest of the way. Looking down from the ridge she saw heavy tanks and several trailers parked in a clearing below. One trailer caught her eye. It had ten wheels on three axles while the others she had seen had six wheels on two. There was a heavy prime mover parked close by, apparently its towing vehicle. Trailers were normally pulled by ordinary trucks. She concluded that the trailer was heavily armored.She watched. Sadly no “parcel.” I fought the desire to expose myself for several days, keeping the curtains firmly shut though this did not prevent me feeling the need to dress. Each day I walked around the front and back of the street opposite for inspiration going into the clothes and shoe shop which was pretty scary as the young assistants stared at me, and the charity shop which was far less scary but I did buy a pair of black, elbow length cocktail gloves and a white kimono. The middle aged woman.