He told me he still hadn’t met anyone and I explained how guys my age aren’t my thing and I like much older men. I could see the wheels turning in...his head. He then just asked me, “so have you been active with any older men?”. I didn’t know what to say. Scared he would think less of me I downplayed it and said somewhat older but not as old as I would go. He smirked at me. We wrapped up and headed back to the apartment. Once there I went to grab my car keys to head out and he asked me if I. ”She smiled and nodded, and dabbed tears from her eyes, “Thank you.”“Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked.“Be my friend, please?” she said, sounding like she was begging.“Of course I will. Do you want me to call you?” I asked.“Yes! Oh yes!” she said, perking up. “I was afraid you hated me and would never want to see me again.”“I don’t hate you Kara. I could never hate you. I was sad, I was upset, and I was confused. But I’ve always loved you.”“You really mean that, don’t you?” she. Then she removed the silk scarf from around her waist and handed it to me. She told me to tie it over my eyes and remain silent from now on.I should have been scared or nervous or furious at the people who are doing this to me. I should have felt anything but the beginnings of arousal as I knelt there with my eyes covered and waited for someone to come through that door and molest me.I am furious. I’m furious with myself because for some reason this outrageous situation is getting to me.. "I am going to the bathroom," she announced in a hoarse whisper, "give me about a minute."I waited the minute and followed her to the bathroom. Knocking lightly I opened the door just enough for me to slip in. It was a tight fit with her sitting naked on the sink. As soon as I locked the door we embraced in a tongue wrestling lip lock. Her hot skin was in great contrast to the cool airplane atmosphere. I sat down for a quick snack. I expected her pussy would be clean and well cared for and I.