After another pint of liquid courage, I decide I have to talk to you. I head over the dance floor, trying to look as confident as I can.“Do you fanc... a drink” I yell over the music.You look me up and down “yeah”We push our way over to the bar, barge our way to the front of the queue and get a couple of drinks, as soon as I turn round to try and back away from the bar you pull me tight against you sticking your tongue down my throat and your hand down my trousers.“Want to head somewhere quieter”. You rub your hands slowly down them from your hips to your knees, back and forth a few times. “Spread your legs wider.” You comply with my command and I can see your perfectly waxed cunt glistening. Do I see a drop of pussy juice on the edge of your lips, or is that wishful thinking? You run your fingertips up and down your slit. You are hungry, eager for sex. The people walking by on the street can see us; you notice some of them glancing in and your hands move to your breasts. I pull your. " That's fine," I said.The short sighted man came through from the back of the 'plane and sat down beside me. He held out his hand. "Narod Jesper," he said by way of introduction. "I think these two are pretty good value, don't you?" he said nodding towards Rebecca."It must have been handy for you to be able to get two fully trained cabin crew for this, Mr Jesper." Cheaper than training them myself," he chortled. "But that's the great thing about auctions, you can pick up some real bargains.. I was moving up and down on his cock, ceaselessly. I jumped on him while he sung the music of pleasure, “Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. You’re the best honey. I know nothing can stop you now. You’re beautiful. Don’t stop. Yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”I too matched his syllables. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Youre mine. I love you.”I lied on him pressing my boobs on his chest while I kept playing the instrument. I was moving my butt up and.