There was a brief exchange with checking in, Sophie was handed her Stafford passport by Selim who seemed to be the Prince’s secretary, it was looked at briefly and then they were whisked out to it in another limo. Sophie couldn’t believe her eyes at first. This wasn’t a private jet in any sense she had ever come across one. It was no small, twin jet executive plane; it was a full sized passenger jet decked out in the Bakhtar colours. She stood behind the Prince as he was greeted by the crew at the foot of the steps and then she followed him up, having to hold down the back of her skirt as she did so. There was a strong breeze blowing and she was mindful of the flimsy knickers she wore. If he judged she was being sluttish, Sophie had no doubt he could ensure her next orgasm was a long time in coming and she didn’t want to risk that.The plane’s interior was breathtaking. A long lounge with leather upholstered armchairs and sofas met her eyes as she entered. There was a fully stocked cocktail cabinet, kitchen and dining facilities just behind a small lobby where conventional aeroplane seats for eight people were laid out.
