Once the plane took off, Liz came back over and told me she had switched places with another attendant so she could fly down to New Orleans. Hannah lo...ked at me when she walked away.“Now that is about as blatant an invitation to hook up if I ever heard one. I am sure the only thing that is stopping her from puling you into the bathroom and jumping all over you is that she just doesn’t know if we are together or not. For god’s sake, if you don’t ask her out to dinner, I will; though it is. May I come up?" Without waiting for an answer, she heard light footsteps coming up the stairs and then a young woman came into her room smiling. "Hi, Cindy, as you heard from my parade-ground bellow, I'm Nita Collins. I'm the Editor of Everything Else for The Deerfield Times. Can I do a story on you? It's not every day I get to interview a real live slave." She was grinning and her hand was extended in greeting.Cindy eased herself up in the bed and stuck out her hand. She took Nita's in a firm. There was more than she could handle. I felt some running down my penis. I pulled my fingers out of her as she collapsed on top of me. We lay there panting for a few minutes.“That was one of the biggest orgasms I have ever had!” Cinnamon said after rolling off of me.“I don’t think I have come so much!” I responded.After a few more minutes Cinnamon said, “I have to clean up and get redressed.”She got up and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later I got up kicked off my pants and underwear and. " Oh," I said. Smart answer and I opened another can.Occasionally we even had a bit of fun. One day I asked Tom if I couldhave a go on a scraper. I'd never been on one before, so he turfed theoperator off of a 651* and put me up in the seat, showed me how to raiseand lower the scoop, did a round with me and hopped off."Away you go, Mac," he said.Now a 651 is a big powerful machine with a motor on one end and whatthey call a scoop on the other, with bloody great tyres on each corner.I'm not.