“Mmhmm?”“Go on a real date with me.”My mind registers her words and my stomach does a little flip, as if I was just asked out for the first ti...e.“When?” I whisper back.“Tomorrow night.”“You don’t give a girl much time to prepare,” I say back sleepily. “But tomorrow sounds nice.”“You don’t need to prepare anything. You’re perfect.”She kisses the back of my head and settles into me again. The sleep that was so close to taking over is no longer present. Her words roll through my head over and over. My brother’s cock tasted so good. It was smooth and hard and I could taste the pre-cum that was leaking out of the head of it. It was salty and had a sweet after taste. I knew I would be doing this a lot more often. Bryan was forcing his cock down my throat so fast I thought I was going to gag. I never did. It was like my brother’s cock was made for my throat. Then he screamed at me. “I’m about to cum, sis!” I didn’t know what else to do so I just kept sucking his cock. Then I felt his cock. Dinner ended pretty late and we had all had a few drinks and the four of us were getting along well. Alex and I had established a bit of a signal so he could tell me which of the guys he liked better which didn’t really require any signal by the end of dinner. We then went back to the guys room which was just a couple of blocks south.Walking in their hotel room, Alex and his English guy moved to the couch and started making out, I moved with the other English guy to the kitchen to make some. Being a bisexual stewardess has its advantages…From all the men we managed to lure into our ‘claws’, no one was better in so many ways than Hank Brooklyn. He was an old client of our airline, and seemed to be a very wealthy man, always looking to the economy newspapers and checking stock exchanging and the price of the stuff. Apart that and the fact he was on his early 30s and apparently single, there weren’t much we could know about himThe first time I saw Hank waiting for a flight to take.