She said I can make up any rules I want and she will follow. The only request she made is that if I am satisfied with her performance, she gets to hav... a ride on my dick afterwards. Of course, I can also boss her around during that.These are the rules I came up with and she has already agreed to follow:- She has to beg for my dick first if she wants to suck it.- If she doesn't beg good enough or doesn't go a good job she will be put on time out.- Time out means no dick. She will just stay on. I did get hopeful as I peeked around the next few corners but nothing. I tryed to even listen for her heel taps but the musack was a bit too loud. I was startled a few minutes later when I swore I felt a hand brush my thigh. ‘oh, pardon me!’ I was looking into those beautiful eyes. I think I said ‘No problem, Ma’am.’ but I couldn’t be sure. She giggled and said ‘Must be a Cowboy.’ Her perfume lingered as she moved away. I tryed to catch every little bit of it! She was kneeling down looking for. She paid for it and left it at the counter for me to pick up when I leave the shop after my shift. She asked me to wear only this and nothing else under my coat when I go to her place in the late evening. I rang the bell and her maid opened the door. Once I was inside, she asked her maid to leave as I would take care of the rest of the evening. She asked me for a drink I said I would have Vodka. After I had my first drink, she asked me for a second round. I said yes. She asked me to remove my. "I'd better go do my rounds now," she told me, easing back out into the aisle. "Give me a ring if you need anything." She paused, her gaze drilling into me. "You know how to push the right button don't you?"I chuckled, catching her flirtatious remark quite well. "Oh yes," I assured her. "I'm very adept at pushing the right button. In fact, I've been told that I push the button extremely well." That's good to know," she told me, smiling. With that she sauntered off toward the front of the plane..