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warning about taking precautions. Then she stood and made her way to the first-class toilets, the attendant following a pace behind. No one in the half-empty cabin appeared to pay them the slightest attention. She pushed open the door of the first one she came to, and ushered him inside, locking the door securely behind them.
    ‘Now, if you wouldn’t mind telling me what this is about,’ he began, but she put a finger to his lips, shushing him.
    ‘Before we go any further, tell me your name,’ she said.
    ‘It’s Darragh.’
    ‘And I’m Jessica.’ Somehow, it felt important to establish some kind of connection between the two of them. She thought of Max, sitting in the cabin, waiting for her to give herself to this man. ‘And what I need you to do for me, it – it’s rather intimate.’
    ‘Really?’ He quirked an eyebrow, his tone betraying his enthusiasm.
    ‘Yes.’ Her throat dried as she tried to ask him to remove the plug. Unable to form the words, she simply bent over the sink, presenting her arse towards him. The invitation was unmistakable, and she felt him flip her skirt up onto her back, then hook his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He began to edge them down, stopping as he registered the sight of the gleaming jewel protruding from her bumhole.
    ‘What the –?’
    Somehow, she found her voice. ‘I’ve been a bad girl,’ she told Darragh, ‘so my husband made me plug myself. Then he made me bring you in here. He wants you to take out the plug, and – and …’
    He ran his fingers over the end of the plug, the motion sending fresh, hot waves of sensation rippling through Jessica’s rear passage.
    ‘I’ve never seen anything quite like this,’ he admitted. ‘And you say I’ve got your husband’s permission?’
    ‘Yes. You can do whatever you want to me.’
    Darragh whistled under his breath, then returned his attention to the plug. Catching hold of the flanged end, he turned it in a slow circle, causing Jessica to cry out as it touched places inside her she’d never had stimulated before. Just that, and the feeling of being half-naked in an aeroplane toilet while a strange man played with her in such a fashion, was almost enough to have her coming where she stood. When his fingers strayed lower, to brush her pussy lips and the tight bud of her clit, he had to know that the wetness he found there wasn’t just lube.
    ‘God, you’re hot for this, aren’t you?’ he said.
    Jessica could only gasp in response, as his touch on her clit became a pinch, and a small orgasm shuddered through her. She clutched at the sink, embarrassed at how easily this man had made her come.
    ‘Tell me what you want,’ he ordered her as he toyed with the plug again, his voice a harsh rasp. The small cubicle was heavy with the scent of Jessica’s juices and cherry lube.
    ‘Please – please take the plug out of my arse,’ she begged. ‘And put your cock in there instead.’ The words tumbled out before she could stop them.
    ‘Anything for the lady,’ Darragh said, sounding happy to oblige. Grasping the plug again, he eased it out with surprising gentleness and placed it on the sink unit, just out of her eyeline. As he unzipped his fly, Jessica hunted in her bag and brought out a condom.
    ‘The lady wants you to use this too,’ she told him, dropping to her knees in submissive fashion to pull his trousers and underwear down, and roll the condom on to his long, slim shaft. Once she had him sheathed to her satisfaction, she turned round, bending over the low toilet bowl and thrusting her rear end towards him.
    ‘That’s grand,’ he murmured, running his fingers over her upraised arse. Part of her reckoned he was imprinting the sight on his memory, so he could share with his friends the story of how he’d fucked a more than willing blonde in the arse at 30,000 feet. She couldn’t stop him bragging; nor did she want to. Somehow, it felt like another part of her punishment for all the