She said as the months progressed, the talking between breaks and lunchtime advanced from idle chit chat to dirty talking, to touchy feely. On one oc...casion, the black Janitor would brush past whilst she was with a group of friends and discreetly brush his hands at her tits. In another situation, as she was walking down the flight of stairs on her way to my physical education class, he walked up and held his hands deliberately so that it would touch her skirt where her virgin pussy was tucked. My penis became erect in my shorts, and I adjusted them without lookingaway from the stage or at Mark.My attention was so rapt on the sensations of what I was taking fromMark, that I heard nothing from the speakers on the stage. And I wascompletely surprised when the heat from Mark flickered and dimmed a bit,breaking my concentration. I looked over, and noticed he'd slumpedforward in his seat. He seemed unconscious, and listed to his left,resting against the boy next to him. The boy Mark leaned. A good story, indeed.They are led to a large, busting section reserved for security. There, police and airport security seem to mingle, some uniforms blue while others are gray. The employee – his name tag says Fernando A. – leads Agnes and her boyfriend to a small room hidden in a corner, drab and soulless looking, but filled with uniforms and bedraggled people who are likely passengers who were also pulled from their flights.There’s a line and Agnes’ heart sinks. Their flight is supposed to. Squeeze it. Hard."I squeezed and pulled and kneaded for a while. Then shifted to the other thigh. She felt good, but for me it wasn't an erotic state of affairs. This was a really strange situation I had gotten into, and I would probably eventually enjoy the body in front of me. But not now. Too much was happening and eventually one of the happenstances was going to wind up with violence, probably. We continued to talk as I worked her legs and arms, always staying away from anything.