Quintillian licked his lips and purred at his wife's wicked little squeeze, smirked at her quizzically, peeled off his chinos and took a G&T from Zaffy with a smile and nod of thanks, and an affectionate pat on her bottom. Finally undressed, he sank into the steaming water. Enjoying the pouting look on Victoria's face for a moment longer, he swirled his drink in its glass and sipped.<br/><br/><strong>"You know me girls, I like to keep you in suspense. Of course, there are ways of making me talk, and I dare you to make use of them. For now, let's just say that our destinations will include California, Hawaii, Pisa, Sydney, and a stay at a lovely little place I know in the Gabon. I'm not giving you any more spoilers. Sit down and let me show you how the seatbelts work before we take off, dear,"</strong>he chuckled, gesturing to Victoria and Zafirah.<strong>"The PVC straps go here... here... and here."</strong><br/><br/>He strapped the gorgeous young maid securely in place: besides a wide waterproof strap around her stomach, two held her thighs down and spread slightly apart, perfect for Quintilian to slip a foot between. He did so, teased her with his toes for a moment, then removed it and showed Zaffy the various positions that the cuff restraints for her wrists could be moved to. Then, he uncuffed her wrists, for now, and handed her a drink.<strong>"You can take off now, Captain,"</strong>he said through the intercom built into the tub rim.<br/><br/>As the plane's engines roared to life, it rolled down the runway, tilted up and rose skywards, Quintilian raised his glass, licked his lips and stroked Zaffy's cheek before leaning over to kiss Victoria long and filthily.<strong>"Bon voyage, girls!"</strong>