"I don't know," she replied strongly, "I really don't want a film out there of me having sex with a stranger." Oh it won't be out there." John replied... "It's not for me, it's for you." For me?" Amy replied. "Why me?" So that long after this night is over and you let your mind drift back back upon it, you'll have something to watch with your husband. You know he's going to want to know exactly what happened." John answered, pressing the start button. John moved closer, confident that Amy would. Then, as now, Mr. Ranturi was one of the most personable and friendly people I'd ever met. He genuinely seemed to like me and, to give me a little credit, I had no idea what it was he did for a living back then. When he was alone during flights, something that had happened about half the time, he used to enjoy sitting in the co- pilot's seat chatting with me about anything and everything. He seemed particularly fond of stories from my Navy days, when I flew C-2 Greyhounds, which were large,. Panties, bras, garter belts, stockings. That sort of thing.Once I made her wear a lacy blouse as well, but she wore her jacket overit so thinks that the girls didn't catch on." Who are the girls now?" mummy asked."I think you've met them all. Elsie Stevens is Melissa's secretary.Colleen Raitt the clerk, and Joan Free the office girl." Not much turnover amongst them then?" mummy said."No. Elsie is a good boss. The girls all like her." Melissa's not the boss?" Heaven's no!" Ruth laughed. "Of. From our conversation, we figured out that we both liked sleeping with men. He had by this time put his music away and made me his object of interest. I commented on how I liked how his jeans so nicely fit his physic as I ran my hand from his knee to his lap. He liked mine as well and when he ran his hand up my leg, he felt my hardened cock under my tight jeans. He smiled and winked as I feigned embarrassment. He became more animated with his hands as he held mine under the tray table and.