Emilio Vincenzo boarded the plane with just his brief case. He
couldn't believe his misfortune at that American Department Store, and
here they were trying to get his business. He shook his head. He
really did like the way his new clothing particularly his underwear
fit. Maybe he would give them another chance.
At the airport there was more trouble for Emilio.
"I'm sorry, sir, but Interpol has commandeered first class for your
flight. You'll have to ride coach or take a later flight," said the
attendant.
Emilio sighed, complained, and in the end assented. They would credit
back the ticket price difference and give him a voucher for a free
flight. He wondered who Interpol might be transporting that they'd
commandeer the entire first class cabin.
When he had taken his aisle seat, Emilio was happy to discover he was
sharing his row with a young attractive, drunk newlywed couple. He
asked if they had planned to join the mile high club. They grinned,
and bought them a couple more drinks. Then he escorted them back to
the head for a little three way action.
Connor felt Emilio's manhood straining inside his pouch. He tasted
the bland salty precum oozing out of Emilio's cock head.