Andrews, looked over his application and hired him for the evening shift. "The same as your friend, Janey, in fact."Adam was jubilant, made even more ...so by the discovery that the evenings usually consisted of Janey, himself and Paula. Paula was an older red headed woman, in her forties. Not officially a member of the management team, she still had a key and the alarm codes, allowing the others to split and leave her with her two junior workers to clean up and close.They made an odd trio. Janey. Over and over again they fight against this horrible intruder and every time they lose – I loose. I loose myself and straining once more I yelp and squeal like a deliriously happy little piggy as I orgasm again.When he gets close he lets go of me and I slunk all the way down. It’s a long, old, hard way, all the way down, but fun. I’ve long stopped making any effort. I gently gyrate and the hideously wide helmet of his angry love-soldier presses deep into my valley. I love this bit. I get a few. However, those curves and what they promised paled before her eyes.Even from across the room, those eyes drew me in. I was locked in her gaze like a moth to a flame. And just as I realized that I should look away; the intimacy of our eye contact was wrong in its intensity; I realized that I had fooled myself.Every man on that plane and some of the women had also thought that she was looking only at them, alone.As I sat there dumbfounded, with growing anger, the loud-mouthed guy was already on. The other had followed a visit to a very indiscreet nightclub where she had found herself sitting next to a man who had been just as aroused as her by the very explicit strip show they were watching. They had introduced themselves and then he had put his hand on her leg and she hadn’t stopped him. She hadn’t stopped him, either, when he slipped his hand inside her skirt when the stripper revealed a lovely little beaver under the spotlight. When the stripper’s co-dancer stripped naked and.