I was one of the first to arrive and approached the barman on my own."A bottle of vodka, please," I requested."Sorry Ma'am," he smiled, "I can only se...ve drinks in glasses." I don't want you to serve it to me," I parried, flashing my eyes at him flirtatiously and placing a $100 note on the bar. "I want you to pour it down the sink, fill it up with water and then make me Bloody Marys with it."A quick study, he understood immediately that I wanted to appear to drink all night without getting. Both their blouse hooks were undone and they were fondling and squeezing each other’s luscious breasts. Principal had his pant on, only he had undone his zip and had fully inserted his dick in the pussy. But the wiry young man had removed his pant and under wear but had kept his shirt on. He was giving such long and hard strokes,the lady was literally taken off feet with each stroke.He was holding her by waist and pounding her with such intensity,she was gasping for air with each blow.Principal. At length she leaned forward again. ‘If I might ask, sir, what are you flying with us for?’ ‘Just business, Miss… er…’ ‘Diana.’ she said with a smile. It was a thin-lipped, mild sort of smile, the one that teases you to make the next move but doesn’t want you to be too bold. I took a look. She was wearing her flight attendant’s uniform, a dark blue jacket with silver wings, a dark blue pencil skirt, a tight white blouse with the collar spread over her lapels, and patent leather one-inch heels.. “Revenge, what are you talking about”. “Come-on Rick, I heard part of the conversation last night”. “You found out my son is fucking your wife and it made you mad”. I didn’t say anything. “Well are you going to tell me you are not?”. I didn’t say anything again. Karen had a strange look and said, “My god, you’re not mad are you, in fact you seem to be just fine that he’s fucking your wife aren’t you?”. “Ok I am, what does it matter if he is?”. Then she looked at me directly and said “Well hell,.