”I looked up and smiled, “Very well, Prince Roger.”We arrived at the local airport and got out of the limo. I snared three more sausage biscuits...smearing them with mustard before we got out. I carried the small plate and my cup in one hand while pulling my small case with the other. We all got on the plane and fastened our belts. The plane took off moments later.By business jet, it was a short flight with the jet landing at the Brunswick airport. While Jekyll had an airport, I was told the. As he'd set there in front of his lap top watching porn, he'd have his cock in his hand stroking it up and down, up and down---until, eventually, the urge to ejaculate was so strong, so powerful, that he couldn't hold back any longer; and then, in a glorious crescendo, that he never grew tired of, he would explode...sending a huge load of cum flying into the air in spurt after spurt after spurt of the most intense form of pleasurable agony he'd even experienced; and to which he had become truly. Father was so relieved, because it was a good sign that I would develop a fullfigure quickly - men like their females big-titted and as young as possible,which was a hard combination to find these days. My pedigree was also good, andFather?s third wife, Candy, who had given birth to me, was especially wellproportioned. So it was quite likely that in a few years he could sell me forquite a nice sum of money, and money was something he needed as the farmsweren?t doing well. And when I turned. Cindy was a round-heeled slut, was one before Donny married her, and her wedding vows hadn't changed a thing. My brother was right when he said he knew that I didn't even like her, but I don't believe that he knew the real reason why. Cindy started coming on to me the night of the wedding reception and in the six years that she and Donny had been married she hadn't stopped trying. The real reason I didn't like her was because of what she did to me. I wanted the beautiful whore — I wanted her.