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Indians will do anything for money

... undone). I also noticed all of them had big boobs that were shown of by their tight clothes. It's almost like having big boobs is one of the qualifications for the job. There bums were nice too. As I managed to stop staring at their breasts i noticed that they were all desperate to sell their goods. This is because they get payed very little and the only real income they get is from selling things. I started staring at one of the pretty air hostesses who was sexier than the others. She was very tall with tanned light brown skin, a pretty face, long black hair tied in a bun, a precious pair of large round boobs and a curvy body. After a while of staring at her she saw me watching her. She brought her cart to my seat. From up close she was even more stunning and looked quite young( she was older than me and probably just starting her carrier). She gave me a friendly smile that was slightly cheeky. " is there anything you'd like to buy?" She asked sweetly. " umm.... No thanks,"i replied. I didn't say this because I was shy, there genuinely wasn't anything i wanted. " I'll come back later and see if i can help change your mind," she said in a sexy voice with an indian accent and a sexy smile. I know that staring at all the sexy air hostesses had given me a bonner but i what i didn't know was that it had made a obvious tent in my pants. The air hostess gave the tip of my tent a gentle squeeze with the tips of her fingers. I was startled not only by the actions of this woman but ...

... the realisation she had made my erection grow half an inch. She then walked away pushing the trolley. I spent the rest of the day wondering what she was going to do. I was a bit nervous and excited at the same time. I must admit my bonner was hurting although i tried to distract myself by watching TV. I still wasn't able to get rid of my bonner as I waited for her to come back. A few hours later when the lights were dimmed and most passengers were sleeping i was still thinking about that beautiful air hostess. My dick was as hard as rock as i sat in the very quiet almost lonely first class compartment. Then out of nowhere the air hostess was back with her trolley. Her behaviour had changed, she seemed more personal towards me. She looked me straight in the eye and said, " now lets see if i can get you to buy some items." She crouched down so she was at eye level with me. Then she undid two more buttons of her tight shirt. I couldn't help stare a bit at her cleavage but then looked back up at her. " it's ok," she said. " stare all you like." Without saying anything i nervously moved my eyes back to her cleavage. I'm a bit happy to be looking with her permission but i don't yet know why she's letting me. Then her hand moves to unzip my pant zipper. My dick sticks out instantly. Her hand stealthily moves to wrap around my dick. Her soft small hand jerks me off very slowly. I gasp. I'm still staring at her cleavage and this feels amazing. She's smiling as she watches the effect she ...