”“In what way?”“Their listed customers are like other small mercantile banks, partly out of the old school network, mostly family, family frie...ds or friends from school or college. Most of the income is small beer, yet they maintain offices in the City of London and pay out inflated salaries to the directors and family members, plus buying their properties, cars, etc.”“Which means?”“They either have a secret goldmine hidden away, or they have a second set of books showing who the real customers. No need to jump ship. I just wanted to let you know, it’s just you and me, so you can spread out and take the middle seat if you want.”Feeling silly, I smiled weakly and muttered my thanks. While I adjusted the arm rests and settled back down he said,“My name’s Pete. What’s your name?”“Beka.” I said“Beka? Pretty name.” He said this as he looked at me, studying my face.“Pretty girl too… Well you just go to sleep Beka, and the flight will be over before you know it.”Slightly unsettled I thanked. She thought I was teasing her, but in reality, I was edging and trying hard not to cum. We went on like this for fifteen minutes or so. To this day, I've never met a woman who had the ability to have orgasms the way Chelsea did.As we continued, I was beginning to get tired. The pace of my thrusts and holding her up off the bed were taking it's toll on me. Finally letting her down, I held her hips down so that I was as far inside her as I could go. I could feel the head of my dick pushing. ..How many strokes of the cane do you deserve and want?" " "Oh about 6 Mike" You are older than the schoolk**s Emma, you will get one stroke for each year of your age!" Emma looked down then said " Ok Mike" " Right Girl go to that bedroom there is a cane on a hook behind the door, bring it in here please!" Emma went to fetch it, Mike put a dining room chair in the centre of the room with a cushion resting on its back. Emma came in, she was wearing a pleated maroon skirt, white blouse and black.