I simply gave her an amused look and waited. “I mean, yes, sir, there’s charter planes here. It’s not just private owners.”“Can you point me... towards one of them?” I was trying valiantly not to laugh at the poor girl.She pointed across the lobby area to a hallway and a door. “Over there.”“Thank you.” She went scurrying back to her other work, and I chuckled and headed over to the hallway.I chuckled and turned towards the hallway and went down it. The first door was open and labeled “Executive. One of the guys began stroking her tits and sucking on her nipples and there were groans of pleasure coming from under the tee shirt and as he moved his tongue down to enjoy her pussy and clitoris I felt lips engulf my throbbing cock. He expertly rolled my foreskin back with his lips whilst using his tongue to tease the tip tasting the pre cum that had already seeped out. I knelt down alongside my wife licking her nipples and talking dirty telling her what I was watching and while I did this. Of course they couldn't. We had it all in hand. Actually Pierce was in charge of dinner every Sunday. He was quite a good cook. His speciality was seafood which was good because we were right there close to the ocean. Anyway they went into the den to talk until supper was ready. We all sat down to supper at about seven o'clock. We tended to dine a little later than some around the country. And we took our time. We ate and conversed enjoying the company. Wine was always served and I often got a. I take a step back and lower my gaze, understanding that he noticed the mess finally. “Young lady, what did I say the last time you were painting?”I shiver at the sound of his baritone voice. “Not to make a mess, Sir.”“And what have you done?” I keep my gaze on the floor as he crosses his arms across his well-defined chest. “I made a mess, Sir. I’ll clean it up, I promise! I just was excited to see you, Sir…” I dare to glance up at him and he smiles down at me. I relax a little and look.