It was Sam and she asked if I had all the arrangements clear – she always got a copy of my instructions. I confirmed I had and she said, ‘I’ll c...me round a bit early if you like?’I knew what that meant and smiled and said, ‘Why don’t you come around at 5 and we can get ready together.’I got my dress for the evening ready. It’s a calf length black number in silk with tiny straps and a tight waist and full skirt. I hung it on a door hook and lifted the polythene sheet the dry cleaner had returned. Then she shocks me. She unzips the dress lets fall to floor leaving her facing me in her underwear and then removes her bra and then thong so is nude just a foot away. I went to turn away when she says, what wrong, you never saw a naked women before, please tell me you're not gay. I assure her that I am not gay, it is just inappropriate for me to be here when you are dressing. She asks me who is the client here. I said well you are. She goes onto say good, so if I want you to help me with my. " Roger Dover," our tower responded.Hanna and her cameraman went outside on the tarmac - with my permission - to do an updated report and then waited out there."Morton Tower this is Atlantic 709 at point Echo, beginning controlled descent to 4000 at point Yankee, do you copy," the pilot said."Roger, Atlantic 709 we copy, acknowledge point Yankee and a lock on the ILS," Morton tower."Roger Morton," Atlantic 709.Point Echo was 60 miles out, point Yankee was 10 miles out. The world was watching. Unfortunately this also caused the desk to shift a little towards the doorway, creaking a little more noticeably than what I’d expected. ‘What the heck are you doing?’ I heard Walter’s voice roar. ‘Why is your desk moving?’ I froze in fear as now there would be no reasonable explanation if the man were to come around the back of Amber’s desk and saw me with my dick out and her feet covered in my saliva. ‘I-I guess I just pushed on the desk a little too hard, sorry Mr. Rigsby.’ Amber shot back.