Eventually I asked “are you ready”. “Yes, go and get ready”. I went into the bedroom and stripped off my street clothes until I was just wear...ng a light polo shirt, panties and stockings. Next I stepped into a nice light skirt borrowed from my wife's wardrobe, lay down on the bed and called “ready for you now”. He came into the room, looked hungrily at my body then leant over me and kissed me on the lips, thrusting his tongue deep inside my mouth while his hand caressed its way up under my. "Yes. And why did you fail—" He paused for emphasis. "So utterly?"Marie blanched. "I—I can't cook, Sir," she hurried to explain. "I never could. I'm terrible."He fought back a smile. He'd seen the evidence of that. She couldn't even make toast. "That's not what I meant, princess."She frowned in confusion, unsure what he was getting at."Let me put it this way," he went on. "When you came downstairs, did you immediately obey me, or did you take your sweet time about it?"Marie cringed. She had. “Are you sure it’s okay, Amy?” said a male voice. “What if we wake her?”Then there was another rustle and a squeak and a giggle from my room-mate.“Look, why don’t we just go back to my room?” said the male voice again.“Don’t worry; once she’s asleep you’ll never wake her up. But don’t make too much noise, just in case.”Carefully I opened one eye and peeped out from under my duvet. It was pretty dark, but the curtains weren’t quite closed, and I could just make out the silhouette of Amy and the. Well it must have worked! "As soon as I finish attending to the other passengers in my section, would you mind a little company? I enjoy talking to certain charming passengers on these long boring flights!" she said. "Not at all, Honey. I'd like the company too," I said. So Honey went off to finish her section and before long, she returned. I had put away my laptop in anticipation of her coming back to sit with me (there are just some things more important than work!), so when she came back,.