He told the rest of the boys to circle the bachelor and get ready for the show. He told them they were not allowed to touch me, but if I touched them ...t was okay.Sir would stay there to monitor the situation but encouraged the boys to enjoy themselves and treat me like the paid whore I was. The music started. Sir dimmed the lights and patted me on the ass. It was showtime.I started by dancing around the bachelor in a circle to give everyone a view of my body. I spent lots of time spinning. Jenny was only 20 years old and this was her first week on the job. Her superiors had drilled into her that safety of staff and passengers trumped any rights to privacy or dignity of a suspected terrorist or 'person of interest'. Both rights and security had to be assured, but safety first.Jim would not be cowed but he was more or less cooperative as he explained how he had a flight to Chicago to catch and was a guest speaker at a medical convention and he'd be glad to follow protocol but could. Misty on my left and Kara on my right, as they leaned across me to kiss each other hungrily. I reached up and took Misty's breast in one hand and Kara's in my other and tried to suck the nipples of both into my mouth at once, licking and kissing around and on both nipples. Misty reached down and started rubbing my balls while Kara started rubbing my now re-hardening cock. Kara straddled me and slid down my cock as Misty surprised me by sticking her sticky pussy on my face. Initially I didn't. Her hot, wet tongue stroking the underside of its entire length. I feel a climax quickly building and I attempt to gain control of it, not wanting this to end too soon. I try joking, "You must not have gotten enough of that airline food. You seem hungry." She chuckles with her mouth full of cock. Then pulls away, breathing heavily, and looks up at me with the desperate look of a wanton slut, her hand gripping the base of my cock. "I'm always hungry for this," she says, and rubs my iron-hardness.