Mr. Bradley and I could tell they were having a hard time, so we let the girls sit down. “So girls, are you alright?” None of them spoke and kept ...overed. ‘Now I went too far,’ I thought, ‘and the girls will go back to where they were before.’. Then I saw Mary get up, apologize for covering herself, spread her arms, and spun around for all to see. I saw the other two fighting with themselves, but they both got up and copied Mary. I thanked the girls and left with the boys. Mr. Bradley told me. Both of us were equally surprised and were bound to Singapore for a week on work. Past the immigration, we hugged and expressed our deepest gratitude to god for putting us on this trip. On the plane we swapped seats and arranged to sit next to each other. It was a cozy and warm flight to Singapore. Once on air, we did gulp a few drinks, and had dinner and subsequently the lights went off. The whole plane was in sleep mode. When both of us came into an action mode, my hands started caressing her. " I opened, trying to change the subject a little."Yeah," Courtney pursed her lips slightly before continuing, "But she has been really distracted recently. It's like she has something she doesn't want to talk about. I think you know what it is, and I think you have something to do with it."She was right of course. Of course, explaining this to her would require opening up a whole can of worms that..."Are you sleeping with her?" Courtney interrupted my train of thought with the blunt. ? Now he can desanguinateme whenever he wants to. He's not a vampire, it's just that when he fucks me, he likes to see meso weak that I can barely sit up.? Healso likes to gleefully and savagerly whip me when Iam too groggy and weak to avoid the blows.?That way, he doesn't have to tie me to the furniture,and it reduces my screams of pleasure to meremumbles.? Sometimes before a"session", he drains a large bowel of my precious red life fluid anddumps it in the toilet, just to be mean. Because I.