They were going to pay for our services.We spent 12 hours on the grounds at Gainesville. Our jet landed at 4 am and with no traffic Mark and I were st...anding in front of their security office 30 minutes later. I surprised the hell out of the security person on duty. The lights were on but the door was locked as I tugged lightly and I could see the top of a head over the counter.Since this was a JBG happening I had my JBG badge and ID in leather carrier like the TV cops use. Jenny had picked out. When she finally did return to the kitchen he could tell she had beencrying. He had already gotten a beer from the fridge and walked overto her with it. She ignored it and just pulled him to her and held onto him for at least five minutes until the bottle fell from his handand smashed on the tile floor. They were both crying as they cleanedup together.The next few days other than when Peter was doing the housework theywere side by side in just about every job done about the farm. Theywent. ”First class boards first. First class eats better than coach. First class has better seats. First class has separate bathrooms. First class is worth every penny. Believe me. First class is great ... except ... some first class passengers can be annoying. They seem to feel that unescorted females are on board for their enjoyment. The not so subtle hints and sexual innuendo by two of the men was not welcome.It is my understanding that men who are THAT important have private aircraft. Two of us. ”Marek leant over and kissed Heather softly, gradually the kiss deepened. Heather moaned into his mouth asMarek’s hand drifted down to caress her breasts with the lightest of touches.Pulling away from the kiss Heather tried to drag Marek down on top of her.“Please love, I don’t need any foreplay this time, I just need to feel you in me.”Marek settled himself between Heathers thighs and looked down at her with a slightly concerned expression on his face.“Are you sure my love, in this place.