My life in New York had now settled down into a routine. I continued building up my clientele until by the middle of the next year I was servicing at ...least two clients a day, sometimes three, and making over $200,000 per year. Most of my clients became regulars and I treated them all with great respect and care. My rough verbal treatment of Gandolfi, whom I serviced regularly, was still at the back of my mind and I vowed that never again would treat anyone in the way I had treated this elderly. Her full back panties were soaked with Sam's come. She recalled wondering if the other passengers could hear the squishy sound she made. Her eyes had shot guiltily from one anonymous face to the other.Was that man in seat 23F giving her a knowing smile? Was there disgust on that woman's face in seat 18A? Did they know she had just committed i****t? That she had fucked her barely 18 year old son? And yes, goddamit, that she had experienced orgasms like she had never had before! Fuck you, seat. I could feel the cum dribbling out of my pussy and running down my legs as I lay draped across the bonnet wondering how I was going to get out of this and also wondering why it had to happen to me.I heard a voice behind me say “wow, I’ve never seen a naked woman before”“Who’s there?” I cried, as a boy stepped to my side staring at my nakedness with naked lust in his eyes and a big tent in his shorts.“Not again” I thought, “surely it couldn’t happen a third time!”The boy was speechless with his. ”“There’s a difference?”Nodding his head, Tom said, “A very big difference. How many of the people who graduated with us talked about their plans?”“Everyone,” Dan answered.“That’s right. They said things like they were going to go to college, get a job, get married, and have children. Some of them even stated what their major would be. A few even talked about the company they were going to work for when they graduated.”“Right,” Dan said.Tom said, “Of course, it doesn’t take much for those plans.