My connecting flight was on a regional jet. As I boarded, and the flight attendant greeted me, I immediately recognized her. As the title of this stor...y indicates, she was - indeed - an Indian princess (BTW: that's Eastern Indian, as in India). Her smile was great to see, and I warmed up inside immediately. Why? I had flown on one of her flights a few months ago. The flight was only about 1/2 full, and I had 1st row seating. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so. She said yes and that her husband had been called away so she was just going to have a wine and go back to her room. We chatted about her "hubby" (It is funny talking about yourself) and that he had just came back from Jamaica where he had been on a engineering project and had to fly up to Ottawa to finalize the deal but should be back the next morning . She was telling the truth as I had just come back from Jamaica. The escort (we will call him David) at one point joined in saying that he was. " Richard grinned at her innocently while his comment fully registered with Megan."Wench is it! I'll show you wench!" and Megan as she launched herself across the rug and into his arms. Both of them fell in a tangle of limbs onto the bed. Megan eventually ended up on top where she tickled Richard unmercifully."Nay, My Lady, hold!" Richard managed to gust out between bouts of laughter."Just so you know who the boss in this relationship is!" Megan said fingers poised for another go at his. No Janet its ok, you don’t have to do that, look jus rub your foot over my crotch, I shud get big and u can see it.She placed her black pump of her right foot over my crotch, I removed those ugly pumps (im a stiletto guy) My cock wriggled into action, her toes massaging the tip. “Its getting too big for ur pants”, she excitedly said, “take em off”While she sat on her wheely chair I stood up and undid my pants. She pulled it down and my bright pink cock head was an inch away from her lips. I cud.