He had another motive to stay behind; plugging my cunt again. The second time was a lot better with him; he took his time, I tried to meet his every t...rust and we finished up in the missionary position.When the others returned [all but the captain] we had some drinks in the cockpit and talked for a while. A few little stories, about me, popped up eventually; the guests knew that I was working as a whore but was also a slut – especially for a BBC. They had some interest and two of them were. She was so surprised at his behavior. She was excited but resistant because she was scared about being at work. He fingered her and began kissing her neck. She was beginning to get wet and want him badly. He then throw her to the floor and grabbed her head. She wrapped her mouth around his dick and start sucking it the way he liked it. She rubbed his balls with her hands and then pressed her body against his. She liked the way his dick felt rubbing her chest and stomach. She began sliding her. I saw so many things wedtalked about wanting over the years; big, sunnywindows; leather furniture in the den with a leatherottoman that was just the right size; a kitchen tableand counters that were the perfect height; a sinfully,luscious bathroom with everything made for two. It wasperfect.I started telling him how wonderful it was and hestopped me and said, You aint seen nothing yet witha big grin and lead me to the backyard.There was a jewel of a pool sparkling in the sunshine,a hammock. ’ ‘You are correct and only a few men do as well.’ ‘I had never seen you in our building or the Bar before? Were you there by chance?’ ‘Actually Frieda asked me the other day why I never came by the Bar. She had asked me before but she said to come after work that there was usually a short lull around 4:30 where we could talk. I think she set us up. I’m not a bar hound.’ Dinner goes very well and their surroundings vanish from their consciousness as if they’re the only ones in the room..