After this stressful interraction of passing cargo off, they were of to get new cargo. It was a long journey, dull and boring and uneventful. Dia spun in her chair slowly, filing her nails out of boredom.
Once she was undressed, she waved her hand and she was in a thin lace tube top that barely held her breasts inside it and a matching thong. She moved into his lap and gave him a slow lap dance, her lust already radiating off her.