Lisa Greenwood, publisher of Fit, had insisted on footing the bill for the trip to sign the contract, and the two women had plans for some socializing...as well.Bobby had driven her to the Charlotte Douglas airport where she regretfully kissed him goodbye at the entrance. The new security measures in effect since September 11th 2001had brought about a lot of changes, and being the second busiest airport in the Southeast (Atlanta the busiest), just getting to the departure lounge took much longer. Tell me your name." Easy, my name is Emily. Wait.... No, that's not right! It's Emily! It'snot Emily, it's Emily!" Alan became hysterical whilst keeping hisdiscontent to a low whisper as per his previous command. His captor wassmirking like a Cheshire Cat, clearly loving the internal torment he wasbestowing upon his victim.As his captor led him on a slow walk around the nature reserve, Alan tookstock of his situation. He was captive, completely dependent on thisstranger's demands. He shuddered. That tickles." Betsy breathed, falling back into a semi-reclining position. She raised one leg, placing the sole of her foot on the cushion, the bent knee falling against the backrest. Her other foot remained on the floor, blocked from moving by Pat's body.With her legs spread as far apart as possible, Betsy's pussy was wide open, its lips seemed swollen, ready to be caressed. She didn't plan on closing them either, because Pat's fingers had invaded, were slipping gently down the fold of skin. Having thought I wasnear the end of the story and having said that Part 6 was the penultimatepart, I then found that I had a lot more to write than I thought. Idecided to wait until everything was actually finished before posting anymore. We are now at that place, so here is Part 7. There will be 11 partsin total, so four more after this. I'll try to post a new one every fewdays.Chapter 16He was immaculate. There was not a single crease or seemingly a singlespeck of dust upon his perfectly.