She worked at our local paper shop, so I saw her often when I did shopping.Tonight, she was wearing a short denim dress, sleeveless with buttons down ...he front and an elasticated waist, with the top three buttons undone.I realised I was standing up, I must have stood, when I was getting ready to yell at Alison. Champa came over to me, one hand reaching round my neck and pulling me to a slow kiss with her. Again with the trembling legs. After the kiss, she looked behind me, to see the cuffs. She was professional and impassive. She worked through a long list of various sexual acts which I was able to say yes or no to. I opted for the very basic - me, one guy, straight sex, any position he wanted. I agreed to mutual oral. She asked me what experience I had (very little) and if I'd ever been filmed before (definitely not). She asked me what my fantasies were, and when I hesitated she said sometimes it helped if the guy whispered my own fantasies while he was screwing me. "Anal,". Then we began the two planes 8 hour trek across the Atlantic. The airport was so busy Vance did the takeoff this time and I was glad of it. The wheels left the runway at 7 PM.Vance flew at a reduced speed until Josh and Vicky caught up to us, then we flew in a staggered side by side formation with a mile between the planes. The winds were more favorable at 45,000, close to the maximum ceiling the G5's could fly.Vance sent me to the back to lie down and rest; it had been a long day. Tomorrow. I whispered in herear that I wouldn’t mind at all if she wanted to fuckhim. I’d love to see her do it. She asked If I reallywould let her? In answer I opened her legs wider andcalled Jake.She leaned back against me again her body tremblingwith anticipation at what Jake was going to do. Heclimbed up his front paws on the couch on either sideof us and moved quickly between her legs. His red hotcock rubbing back and forth over her cunt. She moanedas I told her to help him. She reached.