The fuel truck was topping off the tanks. I stopped at the restaurant to pick up the subs I had ordered for the flight and a couple of the thermal car...tons of fresh coffee.Hanna was filming the preparation for departure - including close ups of the plane and JBG decal on the side of the fuselage - and going through a dialog for her station to use if they wanted. I let her cameraman do a sweep of the full cargo bay.I had things done a little differently this time; there were large labels on all. In the morning we would start our search for my savior.***His boxers were like a tent as I crawled on top of his muscular body. I kissed his inner thigh and could see from the corner of my eye the twitch of his penis under his shorts. I slithered my hands up to his waistband and slowly let his member pop out from his shorts. I slid them down his legs and on to the floor. I moved back up to where his hard penis rest and gently kissed around it. I could feel him twitching from my touch. I was in. To understand exactly what was about to happen, one final piece of information is of great importance. In all my clumsiness, I had entirely forgotten to pack my swimming shorts. Often, that could lead to awkward moments, but in my family, my mother has a tendency to solve any such issues before they have even started. In this particular case, she convinced me "not to be silly, just wear your boxershorts, we're all family here, you could be naked for all we care". It wasn't a bad argument, by a. ”Yes” said a deep sexy voice.”Hello Master” I said half joking but mainly serious.”Where are you?” He asked.”I’m just home getting ready for bed Sir” I said. He hadn’t laughed when I said Master or given me his name so I carried on with the subservient approach.”I’d like us to meet up tomorrow, say eight o’clock in NYNY” he said sexily”I’ll be there Sir” I said and he hung up.Well! That’s the start of my submissive life at the hands of a leather daddy” I thought to myself and drank my coffee.