Now, know that I had no idea that such a thing would or could happen. My spouse was on the other end of this flight and I knew no one else on the plan...e.I sat, eyes closed, realizing my hardness was painfully pressing into my jeans and that it was because of a hand gently fondling me. How long had that been going on? Had I slept and been touched for over an hour? Of course, I knew, it could very well be possible.I hadn't moved, my eyes glued shut, as I tried to remember whom I sat next too.. He just shook his head and tucked us in the back of the squad car. He looked at us in the rear view mirror. "The FBI is now closed. I'll drop you off in the morning but you'll have to spend the night in our jail." He then addressed Sarah, "Don't worry, I'll make sure that he gets the lumpy cot.EpilogueIt was 1991 when a naval reserve aircraft off the Atlantic coast had a massive reading on the magnetic anomaly detector. The aircraft was just running some operational tests on the equipment. At. I applied lipstick to match my nail polish, teased my hair out a mile, and added big, chunky jewelry. God the abuse I took that day! I was called everything from trollop to harlot to slut. And I spent a lot of time on my knees in Master Johns office satisfying his insatiable wanton male urges. That whole episode reinforced my image as the office bimbo. Today's outfit is somewhat conservative compared to those I've wore in the past. But it doesn't matter, I'm always dressed and made up to. The two of them kissed long and deep, and Debbie moaned softly in pleasure. ‘Damn!’ muttered Jennifer, blushing slightly. Debbie’s pose (and her very short, short-shorts) revealed a lot more than they covered. When the two of them parted, Mike turned back to us, slightly out of breath. He was grinning from ear to ear. ‘You gonna be okay, Bro?’ he asked Chris. ‘Yeah man, I got it. Take off. I’ll call you later this week,’ Chris said. Mike let Debbie go for a moment and hugged Chris gently..