It gets to be so routine, and sometimes boring - though I very much like my work.On yesterday's flight, however, something different happened. My conn...cting flight was on a regional jet. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this story indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few. I told her to stop, hold it down next to her clit for a moment because I wanted her to taste her own juices as she showed me her oral skills. Her eyes were on fire as the pulsing toy touched her clit. A long slow moan escaped her as she held the toy next to her drenching wet pussy as long as she dare before pulling it away for fear of it causing her to explode before allowed. She held it upright in front of her face, sticking her tongue out and licking up each side. Then she grabbed it's base. Behind me Ifelt a pair of hands unsnap my bra. The bra slid down from my shouldersto my arms. I let go of the engorged cock and let the tiny bra slide offof my arms.My arms were then held behind my back and the bra itself was used tofasten my arms behind me. Marco was guiding my head deep onto his cockand I loved it. From behind I felt someone's hands with a cool gelrubbing around my ass. Gently the gel was rubbed onto the opening and itfelt amazing. Then pressure on the opening to my. What the fuck?Before he could even react, she did it again the other way, slashing a bloody X across his heart. He screamed, and then he recognized the look in her eyes: killer instinct. She went for his throat next, and Herb couldn’t help but cover his face as he fell backwards onto the floor…But nothing happen. Herb opened his eyes. He was in the chair again. A book was open on his lap, and the clock said a quarter to four. Holy Toledo, it was a dream. He mopped the sweat off of his face with.