??Where was Brian?? I cried.?He was still at the job working. Steve snuck out to call me even though he wasn’t supposed to. I hope he doesn’t ge... into trouble. This assignment seems much more serious than the others. They are so strict about contacting anyone. They’re always worried about national security or something.?I rested my head on Cindy’s shoulder and cried for a good fifteen minutes.?I didn’t bring enough clothes for another week,? I said.?That’s all right,? Cindy said. ?You can. I'd flown lots, but had never noticed such a door before. It lead to a staircase. "Never seen this before," I commented. "Yes, only a rare few people get invited down here,": she answered. "The supervising flight attendant saw you on the CCTV and didn't want you being seen by caught by any of our passengers, it would be quite embarrassing for the airline."We walked passed CCTV room, one camera pointed at our now empty seats. Ginny gave me a smile as she caught me staring at our captor's tight. " He knew that the outfit would turn her on, she loved walking around the house in just thongs and a tight shirt that teased her sensitive nipples. Normally in an outfit like that, she'd be masturbating or sucking her father's cock in about a half hour. A whole day in the outfit would be sexual torture, and leave her in a state of a****l lust.She realized what her Daddy had in mind, and she giggled in protest. "God, Dad, I don't know if I can do that." Oh you can." Robert kissed her turned-up. What to do? I decided to take to tube again and slide into my cock but stopped short of the valve. I bent double and just puffed a small quantity of air down my cock to pressurise the valve from the other side.It worked as the short puff of air entered my bladder and the tea and the leaves immediately spurted out of the end of my cock and into the sink.Once again it was fantastic.I had now discovered that air could be pumped in as well. The difference with a gas is that it made the bladder.