” She stood, found whatever clothing she needed from her suitcase, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and stop, and then th... sound of a hair dryer. When she came out, she had on a nightshirt that fell to just below her knees, and colorful ankle socks. “That’s much better,” she sighed.“You’ve had a long day.”“Any day I can fly is a good day.” She sat on her bed and brought out a pilot’s logbook and a pen.“You still keep a paper logbook?”“I do, and I also have an online. .you will teach me all I need to know...”He moved the stool with his foot. “Aha...Please, go on...”The door was still ajar, she could hear traffic on the busy street outside. “I...I don´t know what to say, sir,” she began,” I have never been...the trainee of a kinky, mature man before...”She was trying to sound innocent. She was a normal 20 year old woman; she wasn´t. She could almost hear her own heart beating. “I can work most afternoons...and also some weekends, sir”“Well, we are not even. ” “You can’t do this. Let me GO.”Jenna was cut short as the gruff man kissed her hard, his body up against hers.The other man pressed up against her from behind as they both ground their hips into her.“Dam, WE would like to fuck you now but we will wait our turn at the party.”“They are going to like you, tight little American Bitch.“You been fucked before sweetie.” “No No. Please stop this.”“Oh a virgin Anglo, Miguel is going to like you.”“What ar you doing?” They started to pull up a paper. I couldn't help butsmile back at her."Come on. Follow me." And off she strode down the aisle with me intow.We came to a long panel that displayed all types of switches. Theremust have been a hundred different ones. My 'guide' began to explainwhat each type did; and quite expressively so! She spoke with her handswaving and her body moving for emphasis. I felt like I was watchingsome intricate modern dance or performance art piece as she walkedslowly along the wall."I think I simply need an.