When he moved to the back of the plane to find a place to lay down she came back to him and within fifteen minutes had her hand in his pants. He fondl... remembered that trip and one of the finest BJ’s he had ever had. It was that same crew member that had convinced him that the restroom on any plane was too small for fooling around and that after the first hour of the flight none of the crew members was going to the back of the plane unless the call button was sounded. That was his best flight. I found onevideo clip of her legs on her office desk fuckingherself with a bottle of water, from the camera anglestraight between her legs the mobile must have been onthe desk. I checked other text messages saved, two weredirections to cap parks and on to a station. I could not believe what I was reading; she was thisguy’s sex slave, one message told her to check her email account. I quickly accessed her hotmail accountand scrolled through many messages in a folder. "Peter got more girlfriends than days in uh week. Le'see, there was Missy, Michelle, Trina uh course, Shelly, Cora..." Nah, Cora mine," Alex spoke up, "he just did her." ... Taylor G and Taylor R, NaNa, Tonya, Kerrie..." Enough!" Barb stops her. "He's uh whore. I got it." I am not uh whore." I was not in the mood to discuss the merits of my past sexual conquests. "Ya'll act like I did 'em all in the same night." You didn't?" Barb teases. "Oh relax. I'm sure if you treated them the way you. At first I thought it was way too far up to be looked through from outside, but then remembered we have a garden seat under the window! The crafty boy had positioned the spy-hole perfectly for him to stand on the chair and watch me washing myself!What was I to do? I was tempted to pull open the curtains and catch him in the act – or to quickly unlock the door to the garden and catch him that way. But I paused. I realised he must be desperate to want to watch his own mother take her clothes off..