But now she insisted on doing it while I watch!What could I do? I pulled my cock out and sat there, watching her, stroking myself.I noticed that she w...s only playing with the outside of her vagina, though. So I told her "baby... put a finger inside..." No..." she protested, weakly, her eyes half closed. Then she did anyway. She gasped and rubbed harder, her middle finger now buried in her soaking pussy.A minute later, it was two fingers. She developed a smooth motion, her fingers curled up. " Shehadn’t realised that my only ‘occasions’ were my sessions with guests,but I do live in hope, so I nodded yes and returned her hug. This timewhen I was walking back to my room, I was no longer cabin crew, I was asmartly dressed lady on her way to a special occasion. I was pleasedwith myself, but did feel unsettled that yet again I crossed out of mycomfort zone; although it was expected of me, and I would not have beensuccessful if I had not done so, but this time it was voluntary.The. She crawled up from under the covers and became the perfect little spoon again. I fell asleep immediately, with her under my arm and a smile on my face. When I woke up the next day at 9:15, Kayla was gone, and I was exhausted. I threw on some clothes, not worrying about the smear of semen that was on my boxers, and ran to my Late Antiquity test. I barely managed to squeeze out sentences for any of the questions. At least it wasn’t a zero. I’ve worked under similar condition often enough.I. She seems happier than ever before. Maybe it’s that bath oil. She feels sexier than ever. Her skin seems to shine more. It looks more radiant than it did before she discovered it on the tub. Her favorite part of her body has always been her ass, and looking at it now, she feels that if she were a man, she’d fuck the hell out of it. Her ex-husband seemed to enjoy it. That man would smack it, bite it and kiss it at every opportunity. But that was before the divorce, which is why they are here..