57. Bad Mental Health

"I love to kiss you ..."

"My hands feel cold, my hands are cold if they don't touch you ..."

All my whispers throughout the plane journey finally made Laila's defenses collapsed. Laila replied to my lips which were exploring her mouth. My warm tongue touched her lips, mouth, tongue and neck.

"Go with me?" I whisper seductively.

"Go where? We're on our way home, we're on your private jet, remember?"

“Yes, Laila. I really remember that this is my privat jet. I know very well what facilities are on this plane."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Follow me, follow me Laila." I took off her seatbelt, and I did the same to mine. I stood up and reached out to hold Laila's hand. I walked to the back of the cabin. There is a flight attendant sitting at the back. The flight attendant lowered her head down when she found the plane's owner was holding a woman and walked to the private r