Literally.Of course Armitage would have access to a helicopter. A soon as he got wordof a new powered individual, or one that he was already looking f...r, hewouldn't want to waste any time mobilizing his strike team. A fleet ofshiny SUVs might come in handy for traveling through the city streets andopen countryside, but a whirlybird was a lot more efficient.Hell, I bet the bastard even had, like, a private jet or two on continuousstand-by at the local airport.Signe softly cleared her throat,. "No," he takes a small step back, smelling the delicate scent of her, like a clear babbling stream, or a forest after a rain. And those eyes, they are intoxicating.A tiny smile tugs at her long muzzle. She takes the marble out of the box with long, nimble fingers ending in small hooflike bones. She holds the marble up to him, only inches from his face. The snapping of the box cracks the gentle sounds that had thus far been the only things he could hear during the encounter. He jumps, his heart. Then Stella tugged the panties down, over Maria’s buttocks, and halfway down her thighs, leaving her pink bottom totally exposed. Maria felt herself redden as she realized the others now had an even better view of her ass, but she also found the rush of cold air over her throbbing ass actually quite soothing. Before she could enjoy that sensation too much, Stella got to work. She swung the hairbrush hard so it landed with a sharp CRACK across Maria’s left buttock. “Owwww!” yelped Maria. She. Suddenly she’d grabbed my head. My face was being forced into big, puffy pussy lips. I’d never experienced anything like it. The smell of Caroline’s debauched desire invaded my nostrils as moisture attached itself to my nose and lips. If her panties seemed to have cast a spell on me, they were as nothing compared to this. I breathed in deeply. It was like inhaling raw sex in its purest, most uninhibited form.There was only one thing to do. With Caroline holding my head in place, I put my tongue.