"God, kiss me again!" She breathed. I did. Her head tilted so our lips meshed perfectly and our tongues tangoed and tangled. I squeezed her ass. She b...oke the kiss again. "Fuck I love your hands on my ass, Sonny! Oh god, I want you so bad. Am I terrible?"I grinned. "You are just helping me out, Mrs. Honeywell." I moved my hands up to the back of her dress. It was rough, harsh under my hands. I wanted it off. "You are being generous, Mrs. Honeywell." I said, fingering the hook and zipper. I. She could keep thinking that. The Aer Lingus flight to Ireland was taking him to the reason for this unrelenting stiffy so it was a relief that it was not causing embarrassment but stimulation in his co-passenger.Twice she had found it necessary to squeeze pass him to spend an extended time in the loo. Each time her contact against his crotch lingered longer than the last. Her rosy cheeks betraying how her time was spent.Even though he found her interesting and witty as well extremely pleasing. None of the prostitutes here can get close to them because they already have their own harems and entourages.”By entourages, Mari meant men and women outside the harem hoping to catch their eyes. They had enough importance and potential that the worshipers let them follow them around as hangers-on.Axel brushed his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. “What about training? They must train somewhere in camp.”“Yes, but none of the worshipers who control the gate are doing so where we can meet. “Anyway, the second provision, and I can’t believe I agreed to this, is _ ... The Continuation of sexual and bedtime endeavors through the near future, up to and including the final day in California, hereafter referred to as Moving Day.”“Right, we all remember that one,” I said. “I want more nights like this one. Now let’s keep it moving. I find my legalese humorous as well but in the interests of getting back to the task at hand, let’s just do this. Provision three, you no longer get to wear.