He takes his hand and wipes it on my face. At first i was feeling scared, but i was liking what was going on.He lifts me up and unclips my bra. He pus...es his face into me and plays with my nipples til they're nice and hard.Im enjoying my new sensation but i still feel reluctant to have his cock in me.He sits me down on the desk and pulls his massive cock out. He slaps my face with it and spits on it before telling me to suck it.I slip it into my mouth thrusting my head forward to get his cock. Tick-tock… Waiting for the airplane to reach its flying height always feels like purgatory. Like holding my breath, I’ve just got to hold on till she can touch me. So, like on every other flight, I occupy my time by carefully planning our bathroom escape route.Luckily, this trip is already appearing more promising than the last cross country flight. On that ride we sat next to a large, smelly woman who put the “kibosh” on any action for me that trip. It was just miserable…In partnership with. I even bought a double-barrel 16-gauge shotgun for Jean to use in case we needed more firepower than I could provide by myself. Even though she did not know how to use the shotgun to its best advantage, she could make a lot of noise with it, and that should intimidate any troublemakers. At least, I hoped so.I showed up that evening at supper time for another meal and blowjob in the restaurant. Jean was there to meet me, and we got right to the business at hand. The blowjob was as good as the. Remember?”“Oh yesh...why you fucking laffing though?” he sneered.“Nothing I remembered a joke...” I said trying to placate my laughter.“Umhhh...a joke?...Funny ahaaaah” he started laughing, God knows for what reason, well actually, the reason was alcohol of course, or maybe he was just dumb.Then he got serious again, though he was still funny to me, "Uhmmmm I need a fag...can you buy some? man, I-Im, skint, ain't I?"“No money, no fags...smoke is bad anyway” I told him.“C'mon maaaate….I show you.