Three people had to miss checking in for first class, and that was likely at this time in the afternoon. I had asked the agent to save the seat next t... a certain raven-haired beautiful woman--"in case I get lucky with this upgrade."I remember her conspiratorial response. "You actually might get lucky with that one." The girl in question was the wife of XYZ, a famous televangelist. The gate agent informed me that the beautiful passenger and her husband were having a very nasty divorce battle.. It was tidy and typical, except for some unique additions. The bookshelf was devoid of any books, instead housing a full range of BDSM equipment, including restraints, hoods, gas-masks, gags, plugs, dildos, etc. In another corner of the room was a cupboard that, instead of clothes, contained more unique and custom made tools for inflicting pain. One of the walls held a coat hanger that was used to hang an assortment of whips canes, and paddles. The bed looked normal except for wide leather. Uncle Peter was on a two-on and two-off schedule working in the oil industry, and his first night back was always about sex, and I caught them on numerous occasions doing it, Jennie was always the instigator, working him up, getting him hard, then sitting on it, and I would sit quietly and watch them cumming noisily.The week before I was due to return we sat in the living room, and I watched as Jennie and Peter smoked d**gs and drank Champagne, she had given me a few sips of hers, so I had a. Then a few weeks later, one morning after she'd been out with Tonya the night before, she asked me if I would meet her after work. "Let's meet for a few drinks at the Martini Club." She said.We'd not been out for drinks in ages.I had been there once, with an out-of-town client. It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar, mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side, restaurant on the other. I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-the-way booth, private and secluded. She walked in looking.