The flight to Dubai was a short hop - less than five hundred miles - but it allowed us to finish all the emails. The gym office was in the process of ...hutting down for the night; it was 11 EST now. I pulled up the live video of the gym to see all the normal agency groups staying in shape.In all my travels I have never come across an airport like Dubai. Dubai International Airport. It is a monster on eight thousand acres, employing ninety thousand people.According to the airport information. Distant streetlights managed to penetrate the stained glass windows, but only just. The candles that usually dotted the nave and chancel were extinguished, and the towering organ looked monolithic in the darkness.In the third row sat a young man, shirtless, with a dozen cuts on his skin, none deep. He sat leaning back, arms hooked over the back of the pew, his head looking to the crucifix that stood before the pulpit. On the pew in front of him sat two crows, perched upon its back, and turned. I closed my eyes as Kevin started fucking me . I wasnt able to moan because of the fear that someone might hear me. Though scared, I was enjoying every moment of it. Suddenly I heard the door open, I quickly opened my eyes and my heart skipped a beat. It was Nick, Kevins cock was still in my pussy as we were looking at him. I was relieved for a moment that it was just Nick , but I was feeling embarrassed being caught like tht. I said shit, and I covered my face. Nick said look at her.. She is. Now one of the reasons I get these overseas trips is that being 54 years old I am considered mature and not like some of my younger co-workers who in the past have become an embarrassment to the company for their drunken and sexual activities. Looking at her standing by the bar I could easily imagine myself joining them tonight.She was wearing a black skirt with red bows attached, complementing her hair and lipstick. A white blouse fitted snugly to her midriff and chest. Underneath I could.