It is compliments of the airlines,” said the attendant.“Thank you very much.”Once all the passengers were seated the flight attendant, Carlos, w...ent over the pre-flight instructions. He kept looking in my directions. I glanced across the aisle and saw the swimmer guy. I was determined not to look. I was ready to feel the head of his dick going into my ass. I knew it was only a fantasy, but I was feeling good up to that moment.The only thought on my mind was getting into the bathroom and dropping. Bessy, Mary and Hodges, still occupied their old rooms up in the servants area on the top floor but now most of the guests rooms were closed up, and unused only two guest bedrooms even having furniture nowadays. Thus, some semblance of ‘normal’ Manor life was presented to any visitors, not that nowadays there were many. Mary, the less than bright maid, just about managing to cope with the cleaning and the laundry, Bessy the cook on her own managing the big old kitchen. Two women from the. Frank Stammers was a staff officer to a Major General so usually only worked 9 till 5 Monday to Friday so got ratherbfriendly with Joe and I as he adored my British accent. At first he said he was my big brother and promised to look after me for joe while Joe worked at night.Frank was a true gentleman to begin with, but often brought a six pack of Coors beer in which I got a taste for and made a change from my Bloody Marys and we often flirted outrageously. One evening we ended up kissing hotly. As my finger slowly, oh so slowly, traced the length of her slit, so her moan drew out her need, a single moan that robbed her of breath just as my finger stole her control as it gathered her juices. Rigid, slick, my finger traced across her perineum, her moan fading as her lungs emptied, higher went my finger, until it reached the crinkled anus. I thrust hard, my juice-coated finger sliding in deep, her gasp inflating her lungs, back arching, ass clenching as if to draw my finger deeper.It's.